To preface this post (I just remembered that I used to read that word as “pre” “face”… haha), I don’t have children. I’m not an expert on anything to do with kids. These are my thoughts and opinions, based on things I’ve read and heard from people who do, and having been a kid once myself.

There are many different opinions about what we should eat. We have friends and family who are raising kids and are faced with these very things. I’ve read blog posts that parents write where they talk about their experiences with kids and cooking. So I am curious, fascinated, wondering about some things…

Are kids who help in the kitchen, who are stirring the pancake batter, cracking the eggs, whisking the dressing more prone to eat what they’ve helped to create?

Do kids who grow up with a garden, who help choose what to plant and put the seeds into the ground themselves; who see where their food comes from… are they more willing to try new things?

We had a garden when I was growing up. Every time I pick a green bean or a cherry tomato, still warm from the sun, and pop it into my mouth, I’m taken back to my childhood. When I was really little, I liked to pick the cherry tomatoes. My parents would tell me to pick the ripe ones. So I would go over and pick the white ones. Close, mini Rachel. So close.

I don’t really remember these moments that Mom and Dad captured. But they make my heart happy. Apparently I enjoyed being in the kitchen as a child (and was perhaps a better baker than I am now?!). I’m not sure if this means I wasn’t a picky eater though. Mom? Dad? What do you remember? 😉 I don’t think I liked peas. But really, do any kids like peas?

So here’s what I think about all this. I think that if we have kids, I’d love for them to be involved in the cooking process. I have a garden, and don’t plan to stop growing some of our own food (even though most of our produce comes from Abundant Harvest Organics). I’d even venture to say that I think it’s important to get kids connected with their food and where it comes from. I like the idea of a kid planting a seed, watering it, harvesting the fruit, cooking it, eating it, and hopefully enjoying it. It sounds ideal. But I think it also seems possible. Even if it’s just one tomato plant on the patio of our apartment. We have sunlight and places where we can buy dirt for as long as we’re without a yard. And we have juice pitchers and drinking glasses that can double as watering cans.

But then, that’s just me… This was my experience. No better or worse than any other. But, I’m sure that it played a part in shaping me into who I am today. And for this, I’m thankful.

We got fava beans in our Abundant Harvest Organics box this week. I’d been waiting for them for a long time. I was so excited. I did forget just an eensie bit about how much work they are. Good golly! But, once they’re done, eat away, eat away, eat away all!

So far this week we’ve had them (Tossed with Buttered with Savory) with Tomato and Red Wine Braised Chicken alongside Polenta with Tomatoes and Savory, I ate some of the leftovers for lunch one day with a Tomato Salad with Savory and Reduced Balsamic Vinegar, and then today, I think was my favorite use so far…

I was craving Chips and Salsa. I had just worked out, was listening to the Joy the Baker Podcast (read: I was starving already, and then they started talking about food!). I needed some lunch. I didn’t want to just have chips and salsa. I’m fine with salsa from a jar normally. But it wasn’t what I wanted for a lunch that was going to keep me full for more than 30 minutes. And I was in the mood for something fresh.

Enter avocado, tomato, and fava beans. Add lemon juice to them. How about some Greek Yogurt too? Need a little spice? Red pepper flakes will do. Then a little smoked paprika, salt, and pepper, and it’s ready.

You could eat this for breakfast, alongside a Fried Egg and some Whole Wheat Toast. For brunch, it might go nicely with a Frittata and some Homemade Bagels or some Crispy Potatoes, Scrambled Eggs and Bacon. It would make a delicious appetizer. You could call it a salad and serve it alongside some Grilled Chicken Breasts. Or, keep it like a salsa, and have it with Tacos, Enchiladas, or Fajitas. However you eat it, I think you just won. It’s such a simple dish that’s so full of good, fresh taste.

Too bad I ate the whole bowl. I could go for a little more.

Avocado, Tomato, and Fava Bean Dip

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Ever feel flooded with thoughts in the morning? Neither sad and morose, nor happy and cheerful. Just thoughts, comments, reflections.

Thoughts that lead to new thoughts…

I was thinking about what to write for today’s blog post. The fish that I made for dinner on Saturday was pretty good. Didn’t write it down, but I think I remember, it was pretty simple. I made it because, although I’d planned to make Fish Tacos, I remembered what a fail they were last time, mostly because I’d taken the easy way out and hadn’t crisped up the corn tortillas. I was feeling lazy on Saturday too. Lazy and hungry, and needing a break from cooking. What I really wanted to eat was In-n-Out. I knew that frying the tortillas wasn’t going to happen. So I roasted the Mahi Mahi after coating it with a little bit of olive oil and lots of seasonings. I added some Crispy Potatoes and a Green Salad. We saved In-n-Out for Sunday… we ate it twice – for lunch and dinner. What a treat! I didn’t cook a thing! On Friday I cooked a lot though…

I was taught to make Macaroons by this amazing 13 year old girl named Katy who I’m a mentor to. It’s a little bit crazy to me, because while I like your kids, friends, as they get older, they are a little bit… intimidating. It’s like all-of-a-sudden I’m back in Junior High, desperately wanting to fit in, caring too much about what others think of me, not realizing that I’m cool just because I am uniquely me…

If I could go back and tell my insecure 13 year old self anything (even though I know she would roll her eyes and sigh, making me feel inadequate and uncool), I would say that she is beautiful and is totally good enough. That her freckles are cute, her thighs are just the right size. I would say don’t be embarrassed when you get an award for orchestra. It’s a good thing. Keep it up. Playing the violin is something that not many can do well. And when you’re in your twenties and decide to pick it up again, it will not be like riding a bike. In fact, your roommate may question her offer to let you practice with your door open… I would tell her not to compromise, not to settle, not to seek popularity over value, not to worry about the many heartbreaks (and maybe I’d suggest a few to avoid altogether) because her future husband is a better man than any of them could ever hope to be…

Maybe I’d tell her these things. Or maybe I’d just hug her, tell her that she is beautiful and more than good enough (and I’d probably mention the thigh thing – she needs to know this), and I’d tell her to be nice to her parents and brothers, and leave her to grow up the way she will. Because, as I look around our tiny apartment that’s crowded with things that we’ve bought together – yard sale treasures, our first antique store purchase from our honeymoon… memories fill every inch. I’m reminded not so much by the material possessions, but by what they represent. That I like this little life, our little moments captured in time. And who I am is built on this foundation of experiences, joy and sorrow filled that they may have been. I’d be a different person without them. Maybe one with fewer emotional scars, but I’d be less me. And, although it’s taken almost a full 32 years to come to this conclusions, I’m ok with me. I like being me.

My thoughts were coming faster than I could write them down. I’ve no idea if it will make sense to your brain. If not, thanks for reading anyways. And although I’m not going to post a recipe today, if you would like to make the fish I mentioned, all you need to do is liberally sprinkle some Mahi Mahi with olive oil and your favorite seasonings (I used salt, pepper, both sweet and smoky paprika, chili powder, and red pepper flakes), and bake it in a greased pan at 375F for 20-30 minutes.