The real reason.

Yeah, true love, yada yada. The real reason I married Nate?


































Whenever he's home, I sit down to food like this. Which is a far cry from the food he "sits down" to (please refer back to this).

Last night he made Thomas Keller's buttermilk fried chicken from Ad Hoc at Home and it was to die for. Conveniently, the link includes the chicken recipe. So if you, unlike me, enjoy cooking, you can make it. Which you should.

Or, as an alternative, you can fly to California and eat at the restaurant that inspired the cookbook, which is probably my favorite place to eat ever. You may not get fried chicken (the menu is set and changes daily) but I promise whatever you get will be fabulous.

Fish and mushrooms.

I'm pretty sure those are two things a lot of grownups have trouble eating, never mind a kid who refuses to touch anything green.

Yet, Calvin ate both yesterday. Although ate seems like an understatement for the fervor with which he shoveled both into his mouth. Scarfed might be a more appropriate term.

So, whew. Another successful food introduction.

I think the key might be including him in the cooking process. Which, when Nate makes dinner, looks something like this:


















Whereas, when I make dinner, it looks something like this:














Come to think of it, I had no problems getting him to eat Chicken McNuggets. We might be on to something...