Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. (at Nashville Zoo @ Grassmere)
I ate my Hattie B’s outside of 1801 and then waited for the world’s saddest parade.
The convoy pulled out of Lyle so its possible they were at The Row which may be worse than Valentino’s.
You can order Hattie B’s hot chicken online. How, as a resident of the block, not know this?
I think we could use some rain, but so far crops are looking good. Wheat has been harvested and straw baled, also some soybeans planted in the stubble. I guess you really aren’t interested in this farm stuff
Nolan helped me prepare every part of tonight’s meal. I gave him a plastic knife and a handful of tomatoes to cut. He pulled garlic cloves from the bulb. We picked basil from the patio. He plucked leaves from the cut stems, sprayed water on them in a colander, and then dried them. We added the spaghetti to the pot together. He placed the bread on the sheet pan himself. We grated Parmigiano-Reggiano.
Beth & I have been trying hard to give him focused attention now that our time is divided across two children. So I am proud that I included him so much and put a meal together. A top struggle for me is prioritizing household chores and parenting. I joked this weekend about Nolan scheduling play time with us so we wouldn’t feel strained when he is begging us for attention while we are in the middle of work.
Yesterday’s share was collard greens free! But we still got kale to add to our huge container. I’m not eating enough smoothies so I’ll be looking into freezing it or eating it as a side.
Baby Breaking Bad Bonding
- Beth: What are you doing?
- Me: Watching Breaking Bad.
- Beth: I guess it was just a matter of time.