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Not even in all caps, there’s so much gravity to this situation.
She’s like a person, you know? A really stinky person, I think she might need more than one bath per week.
In honor of Beck’s 6 month birthday tomorrow, we’re talking about her this week!
As opposed to every other week, where we also talk about her. It just feels right.
Baby gear might very well be my current favorite topic. It’s all so shiny and new and exciting and useful and useless and there. is. just. so. much. of. it. I have to remind myself LOTS that African woman do not have a gazillion bouncy things or rattly things or colorful things to engage their children, they just treat them like humans and they fare pretty well. I TRY to remind myself that, at least. We were hugely lucky to get lots of hand-me-downs, so only a few of the things below are things we’ve actually purchased. But, without further ado, here’s what we love and use a ton!
I can’t tell if it’s better to be a Father or a Dad. I guess they’re two different jobs that share multiple responsibilities. I feel my fatherly duties will be to discipline, educate, and provide a roof over my daughter’s head. My dad duties will be showing her how to make chocolate milk, make fart noises with her armpit, and how to tell believable white lie. Being a good dad means trying to be the Cool Dad and being a good father means trying to raise a smart, well rounded, confident young lady. Regardless of the job description, I’ve been doing it now for six months and I’m almost positive I haven’t fucked up my kid yet. Yay for not raising a serial killer (However, Beck has recently started laughing in her sleep. It’s cute now but that’s what insane folks do in the asylum.)….
So, when we were in NYC last time, before our trip was wrecked by a sick dog and an early departure, we ate Italian food at Margheritas in Hoboken with our friends from Greenville. It was one of the best meals we’ve had in NYC in recent years, and I couldn’t get the arrabiata that I had out of my head.
It was a really fresh tasting tomato sauce, spicy but just really tomato-y, not bogged down with lots of other flavors at all. What I loved about it most, though, was that there were hot and mild peppers in it, and some of them were pickled.
Pickled anything is just the best ever, you know?
This is my version! Spicy, sweet, tangy, and SIMPLE. It’s definitely a new favorite around here, and I’m already planning how I can recreate a summer version with just fresh tomatoes when ours get ripe. How great would that be?