Comments on: on Produce http://revmom.wordpress.com/2009/03/27/on-produce/ Some thoughts on faith, fat, and family. Mon, 04 Jan 2010 22:57:14 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: wellroundedtype2 http://revmom.wordpress.com/2009/03/27/on-produce/#comment-333 wellroundedtype2 Sat, 28 Mar 2009 01:05:24 +0000 http://revmom.wordpress.com/?p=104#comment-333 My little one, now 4, is sadly past this excited unpacking the groceries stage. (Maybe it won't be a stage with Ruth but last well into her double digits). I did have the pleasure of being told about what she's going to dream tonight, and now she's covered entirely in a transportation oriented stickers. And soon I'll be covered entirely in transportation oriented stickers (there's a parachute on my forearm and my left breast looks like a busy airport. My little one, now 4, is sadly past this excited unpacking the groceries stage. (Maybe it won’t be a stage with Ruth but last well into her double digits).
I did have the pleasure of being told about what she’s going to dream tonight, and now she’s covered entirely in a transportation oriented stickers. And soon I’ll be covered entirely in transportation oriented stickers (there’s a parachute on my forearm and my left breast looks like a busy airport.

]]> By: RoseCampion http://revmom.wordpress.com/2009/03/27/on-produce/#comment-332 RoseCampion Fri, 27 Mar 2009 20:11:07 +0000 http://revmom.wordpress.com/?p=104#comment-332 Oh, rutabagas. I love mashed rutabaga, but the husband doesn't so I don't make it very often. It just doesn't seem worth it to make it just for me. I should though. I deserve rutabagas, don't ? Oh, rutabagas. I love mashed rutabaga, but the husband doesn’t so I don’t make it very often. It just doesn’t seem worth it to make it just for me. I should though. I deserve rutabagas, don’t ?

]]> By: jodi http://revmom.wordpress.com/2009/03/27/on-produce/#comment-331 jodi Fri, 27 Mar 2009 15:36:42 +0000 http://revmom.wordpress.com/?p=104#comment-331 We used to just cruise the Airport Line between Crediton Road and Exeter, scanning the ditches for rutabagas that had fallen off the trucks. What joy whenever we spotted one. We used to just cruise the Airport Line between Crediton Road and Exeter, scanning the ditches for rutabagas that had fallen off the trucks. What joy whenever we spotted one.

]]> By: Limor http://revmom.wordpress.com/2009/03/27/on-produce/#comment-330 Limor Fri, 27 Mar 2009 12:47:01 +0000 http://revmom.wordpress.com/?p=104#comment-330 That is such a sweet story. Charlotte is just now getting into helping to put the groceries away, and she also gets really excited about going to the grocery store. It's such a gift to be able to see the world through their eyes. That is such a sweet story. Charlotte is just now getting into helping to put the groceries away, and she also gets really excited about going to the grocery store. It’s such a gift to be able to see the world through their eyes.

]]> By: April D http://revmom.wordpress.com/2009/03/27/on-produce/#comment-329 April D Fri, 27 Mar 2009 12:22:55 +0000 http://revmom.wordpress.com/?p=104#comment-329 I am totally gonna have "Rutabaga rutabaga rutabaga" stuck in my head all day now ;) Sometimes it is amazing what children can teach US about the wonderful things in life. I am totally gonna have “Rutabaga rutabaga rutabaga” stuck in my head all day now ;) Sometimes it is amazing what children can teach US about the wonderful things in life.

]]> By: Twistie http://revmom.wordpress.com/2009/03/27/on-produce/#comment-327 Twistie Fri, 27 Mar 2009 06:34:34 +0000 http://revmom.wordpress.com/?p=104#comment-327 (squishes Ruth) Would that we could all retain that delight in the simple pleasures of good food. Then again, I've been known to stifle a squeal of delight when I find the first good berries of the season at the grocery store. I'm on a first-name basis with the guys who handle the veggies and half the guys behind the butchers' counter at my neighborhood grocery, and I love it. (squishes Ruth)

Would that we could all retain that delight in the simple pleasures of good food.

Then again, I’ve been known to stifle a squeal of delight when I find the first good berries of the season at the grocery store. I’m on a first-name basis with the guys who handle the veggies and half the guys behind the butchers’ counter at my neighborhood grocery, and I love it.

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