Monday, April 12, 2010

scared straight

Well my sofa arrived, and it's even more glorious than the photograph portrayed. I've rented 8 samples of fabric from Designer Fabrics, and have been agonizing over them all day. I have no idea which one is right. The colour that I'm looking for was available, but in a yucky cheap looking microfibre. Microfibre has its place, but not on my shabby-chic victorian revival sofa. It calls for velvet. The sage velvet that I like is 61 dollars a yard. I need about 10 yards, making it prohibitively expensive.

Back to food. I've been posting less about food because a. I've had less time than usual to do all of my cooking, b. the baby is much more mobile and because he can crawl around the house it scares me to leave him alone for even a second, and c. we are very very broke from our trip to Ottawa, which seems to have cascaded us into a series of irresponsible spending behaviours. But I think our bank account balance is enough to scare us straight back into our lentil eating, powdered milk drinking ways.

There are a few new things on my list that I'd like to try. One of them is kimchi. Kimchi is the Korean equivalent of sauerkraut. It is cabbage with chili, green onions, garlic, ginger and a little bit of fish sauce, left to ferment for a few days. It is glorious. For some reason I've been craving Korean food constantly lately. It is possibly some of the best food in the world, and if you've never had Korean food, I suggest you go out and try some tonight. It's fresh, delicious, and usually involves barbeque. I also am going to try and make my own japanese pancakes, which I've had the luck of trying freshly made at a certain Japanese pancake joint I found.  It's like a large vegetable fritter/omelette with cabbage.

Notice that these both largely involve cabbage. Cabbage is cheap. Cabbage is nutritious. We eat a lot of it.

I'm still coming to terms with Ender's new mobility. It's so weird, as I'm used to him being this static little person who I plopped down and was there when I came back. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for him. I know he was getting frustrated at his own inability to move himself. It's fantastic to see him scoot over to all the things he has been staring at for so long.


It's a lot more work. I mean, it is more work than ever before. I thought it would get incrementally easier as he grew older. Not so much. Now I'm trying to cram shoes on Ender's feet as he crawls towards a piece of carpet lint with a hungry look in his eye. His poops are real poops. His food is real food. It's weird. He's growing up so fast, and I have a feeling that before I know it he's not going to be a baby anymore. Like all moms, I'm not ready for that. I'd like him to hold onto that milky sweet baby smell just a little bit longer.

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