It’s Wednesday and my fingers are slathered in olive oil and the scent of fresh rosemary. Today, I officially cross the threshold into the third trimester of this pregnancy, and I’m celebrating by making summer tarts inspired by this recipe. I can’t really say I followed the recipe, since I mostly just used it for inspiration and went my own way with it, making one tart with lemon, rosemary, and zucchini, and another with eggplant, basil, tomato, and mozzarella. I served them for lunch with lamb chops leftover from dinner last night. I’d show you pictures, but the family was too hungry to tolerate waiting for me to set up pretty pictures. There are times for looking at your food and times for eating it, I suppose.
I always wonder how food bloggers stave off a hungry clan long enough to take well set-up photos in natural light.
Truthfully, I’m having a little difficulty coming back to real life after our weekend getaway. It was only a weekend, but somehow that was long enough to make the everyday an adjustment again. I’m coping by immersing myself in food. Lamb chops and summer tarts were just the beginning. Orange and cardamom cake is also on the menu this week, as possibly is this fascinating goodness.
The funny thing is I actually took me a little while to get into the weekend getaway too. We physically arrived on Friday, but it was well into Saturday, if not longer, before I really arrived and relaxed into vacation. (Thankfully it was a 3-night stay, so I had the time to relax into it.)
The infinity pool overlooking the mountains sure helped though.
We also took advantage of the weekend to snap some maternity shots of me. I got Toby to take a few, and I’m really looking forward to seeing how they turned out. (I’m vain, what can I say?) As I’m starting to get to the point where I feel like I could take out low-lying objects and small children with my belly, it’s not so easy to feel sexy these days. But putting on a pretty dress and heels, and having your husband pay you a little attention with his camera can do a woman good.
Here’s one he snapped with my camera, as a sneak preview.In Thailand, women are generally expected to cover up, and they give you the most shapeless, unfeminine frocks to wear in maternity. Need a bigger bra? Try the post-war refugee granny style. It’s all the rage. Oh, those pretty lace ones? Yeah, those are only in size AA.
I read somewhere that, in France, maternity is no excuse for frumpiness. Don’t you dare eye your husband’s comfy shirt. Sex appeal must be maintained–never mind your body is morphing daily, in ways far beyond your control.
There must be a happy medium somewhere, right? How was it for you fellow mamas? Did you cling to whatever sexiness you could pull off, or did you dive straight in for comfort in soft tees and bowls of ice cream?
Mmmm…ice cream…Would it be bad if I just had that for dinner tonight?
Meanwhile, work is beckoning me. I have workshops to prepare for SOLD, and I’m trying to gear up the guts to do something bold with my writing. If I do get up that nerve, you’ll be hearing about it soonish. Or…I may continue to procrastinate via baking.
What’s going on with you this fine Wednesday?