Baby Girl

She's here.

She was born on Sunday, August 2, 2009 at 9:42 a.m.

She weighed in at 8 lbs. 3 oz. and was 20 inches from top to bottom.

She came into this world in a beautiful birth at home, in a birth tub, in her mom and dad's bedroom.

I am sure that more will follow, but I didn't want this incredibly momentous event to go undocumented for too long. Believe me, the delay is only due to the tough adjustment to our new schedule.

Namespotting

In order to alleviate some of the guilt I was feeling about not posting regularly because, really, my favorite thing to do with food is eat it and not write about it, I've changed the name of this blog.

Thanks to Mr. Ginsberg's quote up there at the top, I now also don't feel so crummy about my readership, which I am pretty sure consists of my mom.

Thanks, Mom.

Fat DOES taste good

It's that little nagging whisper living in the back of your brain, it's the little twinge you feel each time you open the fridge in an attempt to quell your hunger...and it's the truth.

Fat DOES taste good. It makes blah food good and good food fantastic. Add butter to your pasta sauce - gourmet! Top that broccoli with some cheese - magnificent! Eat Ben and Jerry's rather than frozen yogurt - heavenly!

Fat DOES taste good - and once my husband and I realized this in a more than butter-tastes-better-than-I-Can't-Believe-It's-Not-Butter sort of way, the world of food became a much more interesting place to us. To put it short, we are probably food snobs. I care where my food comes from, how it is prepared and how it tastes when it gets to me. No matter if I buy it at a grocery store chain, a local farmers market or order it at a restaurant, food production is very serious business to me.

To all things food.