Brrrrr, it’s supposed to be glorious Indian Summer-time in San Francisco but the fog seems especially stubborn this year. So rather than making a chilled tomato salad as planned with those gorgeous dry farmed tomatoes we picked up from Dirty Girl Produce last weekend, we made tomato soup! This effortless Smitten Kitchen recipe relies on oven roasting the tomatoes and garlic for flavor instead of adding butter and cream. And rather than crusting the soup with cheddar cheese and bread as per the recipe, we topped ours with a drizzle of basil oil and a few parmesan cheese curls for a healthy-but-still-decadent finish.
We’re delighted that our piece on postpartum weight loss struck a chord with so many of you. But your comments got us thinking about postpartum body image, and how the psychological roller coaster of this period can make losing the baby weight even harder. We remember some dark moments over the past year when we stared at our deflated balloon of a body and thought, okay, this is just what we look like from now on; send our pre-baby wardrobe to Goodwill and fetch us a Land’s End catalogue; it’s mom jeans time. Working past these seemingly-hopeless moments may have been the hardest part of all.
And perhaps that’s why Jessica Simpson, Tracy Anderson and all of those People Magazine post-baby body magazine covers make us so angry: they propagate such an unrealistic postpartum weight loss timetable that it’s no wonder women give up. For whatever reason (VANITY), we didn’t surrender and the end result was worth every bit of sacrifice and patience. You can do it, too, so keep it up and don’t listen to the mom jeans.
While it may not be a popular opinion, we loathe Gwyneth Paltrow like it’s our job. She’s gorgeous, clever and her taste is impeccable, to be sure, but must she be so damn smug about it? Something about that perpetual, self-satisfied smirk (and her chronic case of name dropper-itis) just really frosts our cookie.
So we take no great pleasure in saying how much we (gulp) adored her piece for J.Crew. The styling of the clothes, the beautiful photos, we (stop rolling, eyes!) loved everything about it. This is how we imagine teachers must feel when giving a begrudgingly-deserved “A” to that annoying, pigtailed hand-raiser in the front row (aka us circa ALWAYS). Does this mean we have a self-loathing problem?
On our weekend agenda? Family dinner at brand-spanking-new neighborhood hot spot, The Corner Store, during unofficial restaurant toddler hour (aka 5:30-6:30 pm sharp); paddle boarding (one of our favorite workouts) at Sea Trek in Sausalito; logging in yet more hours at the Little Lady’s favorite playground; and Sunday brunch followed by Verdi’s Rigoletto with our mother-in-law. Wishing you all wonderful and restful (bwahahaha!) weekends.