Still kicking...though now with actual grown-up problems (and no more baby faces)

Wow, it is hard to believe it has been over 5 years since my last post. I've been really busy supporting our family for about the past 6.5 years and there has been precious little time, or inclination to be perfectly honest, to keep this blog going. A lot has happened in those years. Here's the rundown:

1) I got my business, The Oliver Weston Company, really up and running in a significant way. No more fitting in the cooking in the middle of the night, no more keeping stacks of jars an arms-length away in our hallway (ahem).

2) We had a third child, Figaro Berry Corvera, on May 12, 2014. (Yes, the middle name is in honor of Wendell Berry who I will never cease to admire and revere.) Figgy was born at 29 weeks after pretty much kicking his way out and that whole experience was a bit earth-shattering for me (more on that later, maybe).

3) We moved out of Brooklyn and up to the Hudson Valley. It is a whole different world up here, folks!! I still feel like a transplanted city person even though I was raised in Rensselaer County (so I never was a genuine New Yorker); but it is so comfortable and civilized here that I wouldn't trade it for anything. Sad to say, I've lost my edge. Gone is the youthful gal who would happily schlep dozens of pounds of composting material on the subway with a baby strapped somewhere on her body. (Actually, maybe that's a good thing, that girl could be exhausting! Now I exhaust myself in different, more serious ways. :-/)

4) We bought a house four years ago! Like a really nice, lovely grown-up house with lots of flowering shrubs and Irises, daffodils, mums, etc. that come back year after year. It will never cease to amaze me. Above is the view from our deck. It's still unbelievable after living so long in a 1-br with two and then three little boys...! (My undying gratitude to my mother who loaned us the money for the down payment and closing costs. We would never have been able to do this without her help.)

5) Two years ago I got my very own kitchen in Red Hook, NY, a cute town with a good vibe. I have an awesome team of women working with me and that is all REALLY good. I feel super lucky.

6) I've gotten back into social dancing, something I used to do a lot before having children. (In fact, I may make it down to the city tomorrow for the monthly fusion dance aptly titled Melting Pot.) Why do I mention this in a list that includes buying a home and having a child? Because dancing is so very important to me and right now my only way to completely get out of my head and into my body. In other words, it keeps me sane.

7) The kiddos are now 10 (almost 11), 7.5, and 5. WHAT?! Hugo and I are moving into our middle years (I am nearly 38 and he is 44) and I find that largely I have become a person who works a lot and worries even more. Or rather, I try to wrap my brain around whatever issue presents itself and pretty much never let up. Hanging out with the kids can bring back my silly side which is a balm to my soul. The last five years have been momentous so many times over. They feel meaty and rich, but they've been hard too. Really really hard. Which I guess is why I stopped blogging.

I've been thinking quite a lot lately that I want to write essays about restaurant culture, the place of food in society, how to cultivate a love of eating and preparing food that is so intrinsic to your being that it is simply there all the time. At some times I think I have a lot to say and at others that it's probably paltry and could be summed up in eight or ten bullet points. But looking back at this blog it feels like maybe there is still a lot. It's different now -- I've had to grow up and take on a lot of responsibilities and quit f*cking around with things that take all my time and don't earn any money -- but my essential passions have deepened considerably. I also miss this outlet and letting my humorous side have its say.

Meanwhile, here is a photo of Figaro having quiche one day in January of last year, making an intentionally diabolical face for the camera. This kid is something else.