Humble Pie

Love that I just publically posted that I obviously haven’t mastered the “reblog.”   I thought that I would just get a draft I could go back and edit as I do when I share articles. Sorry for all of the typos and such if you received my accidental reblog of a post from The Feminist Kitchen.  Her piece is great, and worth reading, but my quick draft of “comments”  looks like I let my four year old on the computer.  And apparently, I can’t delete it.  Humbling moment 782 this week.

I guess this is also a good opportunity to explain why I haven’t been writing.  If you have ever had a toddler on steroids and breathing treatments, you understand that it takes every ounce of cerebral energy to get through the day.  And although he has recovered, I have not.    I have been drinking wine, just haven’t been able to write.   I will write very soon.  Thanks for your patience with my goof.




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Wine lover. Oenophile. Wanna-be-sommelier. Mom. Mommy. MA-MAAAAA!!!!!! Grocery shopper, budding nutritionist, dish scrubber, meat cutter. My love of wine started in my mid-twenties. I have no formal training, just a decent palatte and a desire to learn. And I am pretty good in the kitchen. The more I learn, the greater the desire to educate myself through articles, blogs, travel, and surrounding myself with others who like to discuss wine. When things calm down (what's that?) in my life, I may choose a formal education in the arena, but for now, I will taste, share, and taste some more. My descriptors may or may not be "correct." My pairings may wow, surprise, or may not "work." But, the best learning is through trial and error, right? Especially when the "trial" means drinking more wine. So, if you are up for a little wisdom about wine, and a lot of wine-induced wisdom, come along for the ride

5 thoughts on “Humble Pie

  1. No need to apologize. A mom’s job is never done, especially, when she needs to care for a sick child. Enjoy your wine and relax. Wishing you a calm, peaceful and relaxing mother’s day!


  2. Well, I understand you perfectly – our son had croup quite often until the age of 9 or 10 – when you wake up during the night hearing that your baby cannot breathe…it is not pretty. I still remember countless hours by the steamy shower or by the open freezer (we tried all we could before settling for steroids). For a while, a bottle of steroids was our traveling companion anywhere we went.
    But – it should go away with time…
    And not to worry – will wait for your next blog post🙂


    1. No fun, huh? At 2, he has had croup 3-4 times with one trip to the ER. Scary stuff. And the steroids are just awful. My already high-energy guy was just off the walls and frustrated for a week. Not good company for a dramatic four year old sister😉 Thank you for understanding!


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