A few months ago I came across a blog post on Buddha Bowls. Have you heard of them? As far as I’m concerned this is exactly the type of excitement that healthy eating was missing. A big bowl packed with all sorts of colourful goodies, a custom-made dish with which you can let your imagination run wild.
We’re at that stage where James is on three meals a day. That means exactly what all mamas with young babies know it means: The pressure is on. Gone are the days when all I needed were my boobs and a nappy or two. Also it’s been over five years since I pureed a meal and while I never thought things could change that much in this department I am actually discovering all sorts of new information and food combinations.
I could write a poem or a song dedicated to this beautiful and simple recipe I’ve recently discovered. It’s that good. Buttery, biscuity, chocolatey, crunchy and absolutely irresistible, I’ve been making it once a week and buying jars of peanut butter and boxes of buscuits in case of any sudden cravings.
Try going on a dairy-free diet. I read those words sent to me by our pediatrician and felt like crying. It looked like James’ recent skin irritation may have something to do with my diet so it was time to get serious about cutting all dairy out.
We don’t buy cakes often. If papa, Georgie or I crave a certain type usually I’ll just bake it over the weekend. We all have our own favourites so nothing takes too long to whip up. But then there are times (and as my pregnancy progresses they’re getting more frequent) when baking is the furthest thing from my mind. But eating isn’t.