July 26, 2012
the good stuff
A few days before Paddy first left for China, we went to market and returned home with a bag of tiny seedlings. We spent an afternoon in the yard preparing a bed of soil for little sprouts full of promise. We decided to keep it simple this year with lettuces, tomatoes, kale, beetroot and beans... along with an assortment of potted herbs on the deck.
Over the last six weeks I have watched the vegetable garden bloom, while I've felt my motivation for preparing nutritious food for myself wilt. I make it top priority to prepare (mostly) healthy meals and snacks for Lalie, however when it comes to myself, I've been getting by on bowls of porridge (for dinner!), vegemite on toast and far too much coffee. I'm ashamed to say that, until today, it hadn't crossed my mind to pluck fresh leaves from the garden and prepare a simple salad. My excuse to myself being that I just haven't had the time and energy to think about it. And all the fuss for one (I can't seem to interest Lalie in salad leaves) ...what was the point? Pathetic excuses, I know.
When I took Lalie into the yard earlier this week for a play, she gravitated away from the play gym and toward the vegetable patch. She then began plucking salad greens and placing them in a neat little pile on the ground - all of her own accord. She behaved like a seasoned green thumb, gathering her harvest with love and care. I was absolutely amazed. How on earth did she know what to do? Sadly, she hadn't been observing this ritual from me so far this year.
Nevertheless, I took it as her way of saying "Come on, Mama! Pull yourself together. Eat well. I need you to be healthy, happy and alert!".
So we gathered those leaves and carried them into the kitchen where we rinsed them and tossed them together into a beautiful garden salad. And I was reminded of the countless physical and mental health benefits of eating from your own backyard.
Later in the day we topped up with a cleansing refreshment of carrot, apple, beetroot, celery, cucumber and ginger juice - freshly squeezed, from our local juice bar.
It sure feels good to detox from all that overindulging last week. And I have to say, a happy little face covered in beetroot juice does wonders for mother-guilt.
Posted by one claire day at 11:22