At the risk of stating the obvious; Little’s arrival must be imminent, as I am cooking everything in the house…
Cafe Meg is a frenzy of culinary creativity.
So far this afternoon we have:
An assortment of sautéed vegetables on a bed of basil pesto infused angel hair pasta – just add truffle oil and parmesan to taste.
The makings for chicken tacos with red kidney beans- fresh toppings upon request.
Traditional Greek lentil soup with a vegetable twist – top with feta for a divine experience.
Chicken, mushroom, and sweet potato risotto with zucchini, spinach, and a hint of garlic- again simply add parmesan and pepper to taste.
Bombay beef with vegetables cushioned on white rice for Michael and brown for me – one scoop of yogurt please.
Oh but I am not finished yet…
There is a solitary tin of tuna, surely I can whip into something more interesting than its’ current incarnation.
Moreover, I have not yet exploited the baking supplies…
Besides, I have not made use of every utensil, pot, pan, trey, gadget, or appliance in my kitchen.
Surely if a pregnant mama has come this far, then she should keep going, right?