One. I've decided its time to get serious about my sweet-tooth. This isn't the first time I've decided this- but the first time with a ten-month-old watching me eat a bowl of ice-cream [and not one of the three ingredient variety, more of the high-fructose corn-syrup type]. So the next two weeks? sugar-free. Simple sugar- white rice, bread, and pasta-free and let me tell you its not going to be easy. Still, I felt motivated this morning as I woke up- I can do this, I told myself. A slice of whole wheat toast and a cup of tea to start the day. Waleed on my hip, I headed downstairs, and saw this:
Two. I didn't focus on the brownie too long as I plopped Waleed in the car and headed to my local Asian store to do some shopping with a mom's group. Sunny raved about her MOMs club and though she lives on the other end of the country, I learned there was an equally cool local chapter here with kids Waleed's age and down-to-earth engaging mamas. So I was excited to put the pedal to the metal and shop and have the kiddos play after. Except, I went to the wrong one. Apparently my 'local asian market' is a national multibillion dollar franchise with seven locations in a ten mile radius from me. Now I know. Waleed had a blast looking at cactus and other things I did not know were edible. As I put away my groceries I was struck by the visual before me. Soy sauce next to Marinara next to Wasabi next to Spanish chilies and daal and Thai Red Curry paste and I thought to myself how lucky I am to live here in a multicultural society. To have the world's palate within arm's reach. It's a privilege not everyone has. And the thought of a life lived without sushi? Hush now. So much beautiful about living in the United States, and my pantry and all it represents? One of the most beautiful things of all.
I just about shot up from the couch. What did you say?
Du-uh-ucky, he grinned a toothless smile. Du-du- duck-ee.
While it seems to have been a 'one-show' performance and while upon closer examination I realized said duck is not a duck but a chick- he said ducky and in that instant gave me a glimpse of the child he will be, the person he might become. And just like that this otherwise difficult day goes down as one of the best of my life. [I guess now 'ducky' along with my sandals will be on the short-list of things I won't be donating- ever.]
So in sum: uneaten brownies, playdates to come, international cuisine, and duckie- best. Thursday. ever. Hope you had a great day too.