Gobsmacked at how pillowy soft the gnocchi are at Mr. Joe's.
At about this time each year I do a blogiversary post where I recap my favorite restaurants, as well as favorite dishes, recipes, and various other highlights of the year. I'm not going to do that this year, because 1) I barely wrote any posts last year, and 2) I have a baby now, and who has time for that shit!
I used to wonder who the people were that were so lazy or bereft of time that they bought pre-cut fruit from the grocery store. Now I know. People with children! Who has time to cut fruit? Slice cheese? Eat a hot meal? Cook? Brush your teeth twice a day? Shower more than two or three times a week? Not me!
I have not cooked a single meal - not one! - since my daughter was born back in September. I've diced a couple of onions while my partner was cooking, but that is it.
We do take-out about once or twice a week, which is significantly more than the four of five times per year we used to do.
Jumping up and down for butterbeans at a restaurant in Charleston, SC.
We also only do restaurants we are familiar with and know have baby friendly vibes and spaces. We've hit up The Industry, Santucci's, Underdogs, Mr. Joe's, The Khyber, Stella, Resurrection Ale House, Miss Rachel's Pantry, and Cantina los Caballitos. That is it for my dining experiences in Philly for the last five months. All were very accommodating and welcoming of a baby and a stroller during the daytime.
It will probably be a good while before another post goes up. I am a bit busy with a baby, to say the least. If and when I do return, I hope to post in some different format or manner. Honestly, I've had a love-hate (mostly hate) relationship with blogging for the past two years. I'm just really tired of offering my opinions (yours may be drastically different, so, really, who cares what I think), ordering more than I would normally eat when I go out (sad, but true, it is harder to stay skinny when you're old), and not truly relaxing and enjoying my meals when out. I think this is about how all food bloggers and reviewers end up feeling.
And the baby is up from her dreadfully short 30 minute nap! Gotta go.