Without question, my top two, first trimester, food aversions were the smell of coffee and the very thought of salmon. Ugh.
It is certainly interesting how a kumquat-sized developing-baby can wreak such havoc on a gal’s routine. But really. My life did an instantaneous 180. All of the things that I had once held dear were either, all of a sudden, off limits or nausea-inducing (or both). For about three weeks, I sustained myself on 4-L bottles of water and toast slathered with butter and topped with aged cheddar cheese. Yup. Not my usual mandate.
It is no secret that I love to bake bread.
One wee gander at my recipe index is all it takes to be convinced of my
The problem lies in the fact that I don’t eat very much bread. I love LOVE it, don’t get me wrong, but I try to limit my intake. As with most super-delicious things in life, for me, eating a slice of homemade bread is like the opening of pandora’s box.
This veggie pâté has made my world a better place.
Colours seem more vibrant, music sounds more melodious, and sandwiches taste more delicious.