Six weeks. that's how much longer I have.
Because I enjoy sitting criss-cross applesauce much more than standing and walking around, I've resorted to making simple, delicious meals and desserts rather than the elaborate continually-on-your-feet type of meals to assure that I'm not zonked out by 8:30.
I love going to the market. Since I got pregnant, we made the change to eating organic produce, meat, and dairy. Around the same time a new market with incredibly affordable organic foods opened up the road. I visit at least once a week, sometimes more. The other day they had samples celebrating celiac week. They had a few recipes highlighted but I rarely try recipes from the grocer for some reason. I think it has to do with lack of visual stimulation. But then I tasted a sample of the quinoa salad and fell in love. There was something about the cilantro and onion with creamy crunchy seeds that was so appetizing, I must have been craving pico de gallo. My faith in market recipes has been renewed for now.
