I am mommy-blogging today. I like playing with food. This Whatever Wednesday post is inspired by an old journal entry of mine from April 14, 2007 (Max was 2): We made “play dough” cookies the other day—brightly colored cookie dough to sculpt
Isn’t it ironic that as parents, people spend all this energy encouraging children to eat, and as adults, people spend all this energy dieting? We worry, “He’s so skinny, you can see his ribs,” and then spend hours in front of the mirror imagining
Is it really so wrong to play with your food? I have a vague memory of being told that it’s not a nice habit. Other animals play with their food: cats toy with mice, orcas enjoy catch with penguins and
(I’m not an outdoorsy type. Do bonfires in autumn seem like a bad idea?)
(GAH! I swear it was just blueberries.)
From the pages of my old journal, another walk down memory lane…