Margo does not like being sick.
It’s amazing to me the amount of fluid that could come out of such a little thing. I panicked at first–of course–posting messages on my mom’s local list about OH MY GOD MY BABY JUST VOMITED SHOULD I GO TO THE HOSPITAL OR WHAT and then, after several more copious upchucks, realized it was a stomach bug. She was fine, of course, but my Mama instincts told me to drop everything and just love my baby so that’s what I spent most of my time doing last week. And oh, yeah, vomiting myself because this whole germ-magnet-baby thing is new to me and from now on I will wash my hands several thousand times a day.
I cooked Sunday dinner two weeks ago and it went off exactly like I wanted: warm, homey, simple food that tasted really really good. Here’s a picture:
and here’s the menu:
Potato & Leek Soup (adapted from The New Moosewood Cookbook)
Onion Tart (a cheese-less adaptation from Smitten Kitchen with caraway & dill instead of fennel and flour from Four Star Farms)
Raw Broccoli Salad (a family recipe)
Quinoa with mushrooms and arugula
Simple Roasted Carrots
Parmesan for grating
Wine for drinking
And last night, Alex made an Ecuadorian/Costa Rican smorgasbord featuring:
Chicken braised in Beer with Seco (a spice blend)
Sadly, my stomach was still recovering so I only took a few bites of each but it was homey and simple and delicious in a whole different way. Pretty cool what my housemates come up with every week. I also don’t have a picture, seeing as I stumbled out of bed a mere three hours before so instead I will placate you with more adorable but sick Margo:
We stripped her naked, surrounded her with stuffies (and towels!) and she had a pretty decent time after all.