We talk a lot about babies in the Prenatal Yoga class on Friday mornings. I can share my experience of being pregnant, having a natural birth, and having a boy. It gives me some of the qualifications to teach the class even though my birthing experiences are almost 28 years old. My son Brede (bray-dee) will be 28 this year and married for three of those years to Natalie.
They took me out for a Valentine's Day dinner, along with my nephew Kai's shadow (a school project and subject of another post or two). It's when they come over for dinner that I'll crank up the stove and oven, drag out the big pots and pans and even bake a pie! This Sunday I fed them beef stew and rice, a green salad (I have a lot of greens in my reefer) and a peach pie.
I think we all eat lighter during the week, but something chemical happens when you gather with kinfolk. Your taste buds emit cholesterol melting enzymes and all the rules are suspended for 24 hours.
There you go, cut the Kona Yoga logo in there and it turns all that sugar and spice into a one Om Pie. You can take me out of the kitchen but I'm still a boy-pleasing-mom who's too short to get a decent photo.
By the way, does anyone know the entire jingle that contains my post title? I'm sure it's from the days of black and white TV...Gunsmoke, Lassie. Show us your maturity.
3/11/08. Kathleen Cornell provided the correct ending to the jingle: "Nothing says lovin' like something from the oven, AND PILLSBURY SAYS IT BEST!"
