Our boys are back from university, and after months of pulse-based dinners, my husband and I have rediscovered the joy of snacks. Not that we’re the ones who are eating them …
“How many of these cookies can I eat?” my older son texts (he is downstairs; I am up). “They’re really good.” My fingertips tingle with satisfaction.
Both boys are home from university briefly and I have a new identity: I’m an intermittent feeder. My husband and I don’t exactly eat like birds in our empty nest – well, I eat like one of those gulls that shoplifts Doritos – but we shop like middle-aged people trying not to die, our cupboards boring and barren, our freezer packed with pulse-based, batch-cooked dinners.
Continue reading… Our boys are back from university, and after months of pulse-based dinners, my husband and I have rediscovered the joy of snacks. Not that we’re the ones who are eating them …“How many of these cookies can I eat?” my older son texts (he is downstairs; I am up). “They’re really good.” My fingertips tingle with satisfaction.Both boys are home from university briefly and I have a new identity: I’m an intermittent feeder. My husband and I don’t exactly eat like birds in our empty nest – well, I eat like one of those gulls that shoplifts Doritos – but we shop like middle-aged people trying not to die, our cupboards boring and barren, our freezer packed with pulse-based, batch-cooked dinners. Continue reading… Family, Life and style, Parents and parenting, Food, Food banks, Snacks, Society
