Confession: I am not that into pasta. I can’t really put my finger on why, but it really just doesn’t get me excited about dinner. But my reality is that I feed kids every single night and they do get to weigh in on the weekly menu plan. Also, I am really fond of my sanity and what can possibly be easier than pasta?
Five years ago, I was stuck in the hospital with preeclampsia, a magnesium drip and two preemies in the NICU. My life has changed so much since then — homes, countries, employers, careers, hobbies — but these two little kidlets have been a constant grounding force for me. Which is not to say they have been constant. They seem to grow before my very eyes. And they are always revealing details of their hysterical little personalities that we hadn’t seen before.