I did a lot of things wrong this particular evening. But first, lets start with the right. I picked up Jenson from daycare, came home and immediately assessed my fridge for dinner ideas and it was pretty uninspiring. Read: condiments, a half-eaten pouch and a lonely bottle of O'Doul's as there always seems to be pregnant people in my house these days. I then went to the freezer and fished through the mounds of stuffed chicken kievs sent by my adorable (and the light of my life) grandparents....but there is only so much stuffed chicken one can consume in a week that legit has 53 ingredients listed on the back of the container.Read More
Happy Monday! We're switching things up a bit here. As in video switching up. All this writing about food had me thinking that maybe (just maybe) people (OK, my mom) wanted to see some of these posts come to life. So we kicked off our inaugural Furst Bites video post at Vinny's of Carroll Gardens.
There was penne vodka pasta, Jesus statues and a virtually empty restaurant...because were were dining at 4:45PM. It was all very rock 'n' roll people. What I realized when I was editing is this post should really be about how toddlers suck the fun out of eating out. There I said it. I swore I'd never be like "those" parents who NEVER take their kids out to eat because that is just lame. But I am slowly coming around to the lame side of the fence. After inhaling mass quantities of pasta and eggplant parmigiana at unnatural speeds, we left without paying the bill because we were just that frazzled. I also learned that my twelve years of Catholic schooling has been for naught when I pointed out "Baby Jesus " to Jenson and my non-Catholic husband pointed out it was actually St. Vincent. Big oops.
But the good news is dining with a toddler is great for sobriety as I could barely finish one glass of wine and we were home before 6PM with a whole lot of drinking to do couch side. So things weren't all bad.
LOCATION: Vinny's of Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn
It was one of those nights. Olly was working really late which meant I did the mad scramble after work to pick Jenson up from daycare, feed him, bathe him, read to him and then (God willing) put him to bed. It sounds so simple when I write it...Read More