This weekend I sat on a yellow towel in dappled shade and ate cherries. Just about a whole bag of cherries. I saved five for my mom because it WAS Mother's Day. I listened to the wind and the birds and wore a sun hat. I laid back on the towel and studied the structure of pine branches and blue sky and felt my baby move.
Desmond made pancakes by the lake from two squishy blue water balls that Grandma bought for him at the Dollar Tree. And then he made soup from rocks and pine needles in his new blue bucket. It smelled delicious.
I read a book. Not three pages of a book before falling asleep, but a whole book. (Beatrice by Noelle Harrision. It was pretty good. I found it on a shelf in the cabin, after the local library was closed for staff development, but thank you so much for the book recommendations - those titles are added to my list.)
The day was so perfect in fact that we wrote out a detailed list of provisions for dinner and sent the boys away to make it happen. And since it WAS Mother's Day, they came back not only with sausages and fresh rolls and peppers and onions, but also a perfect little tub of Sweet and Sara Marshmallows from Sol Food Market. We stacked up graham crackers and marshmallows and good dark chocolate, wrapped the sandwiches in foil, and put them on the grate just over the warm coals while we ate dinner.
And I brought you back a present too. Since, as I mentioned the other day, I started this blog on my first Mother's Day, two years ago, and you've been kind of enough to come back and read and share your thoughts and maybe even try out some of the recipes, I have a book for you. My radical mother-in-law gave me two copies of Vive le Vegan.
This cookbook is so sensible and maternal and warm and loving. The recipes, with their focus on a variety of foods and ingredients, will take care of you and keep you healthy. Plus there's a section on feeding your vegan baby and toddler if you're interested in that sort of information.