The Best Meal WE Can Give Our Children

Yes, I’m a mom. No, I aint perfect. In fact, I relish in the fact that I am far from perfect. I’m me. I try my best to be a mama who is kind, makes healthy snacks, plans fun events, plays, laughs, throws random dance parties, shows and lives what love is through example. Yet, I sometimes react in ways that aren’t ideal. Sometimes…I loose it. I get grumpy when I’m tired, I get really grumpy when I’m hungry and hide your cat when I’m tired and hungry. Yikes. I wish I could take back those moments when I lost my cool over spilled milk, or didn’t answer that sweet question because I was too busy texting a friend some nonsense, but I can’t. To be honest, I think my flaws make me more human and someday my children will look at me as a person they can relate to rather than a robot they feed rubber carrots to only on holidays.

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Lately I’ve been into eavesdropping on conversations between parents and their children. I’ve been hoping to learn some new tricks, and I’m nosey  curious. I have found more often than not, people talk to their children like they are dog poo. I get it, mamas and papas, I’m stressed beyond stress too and heck if you were to hear me sometimes I might sound like a bit** on a broomstick also. However, I’ve been thinking… All this talk about what we feed our kids, how much T.V. they watch, if we breast feed or not, and I still think all those topics are important, but what’s more important is how we talk to them, especially in public. Let’s take a deep breath before going for the public rip down. Let’s close our eyes for a second, take a long breath, and pause for a second before totally loosing it over a lost bathing suit or spilled goldfish. Because at the end of the day, we will erase all of our efforts in giving our children great foods and a healthy upbringing if we verbally poo on their heads. For those of you reading that don’t yet have little stinkers grabbing cheese sticks out of your shopping carts, you take a breather before judging us, please. You try having your 5 dogs in your shopping cart and ordering a half a pound of honey turkey from the deli then we’ll talk. Perhaps, instead of your  best death glare, go over to that stressed parent and give them a your best loving smile? Maybe that bit of support will spread like melted butter and make the world a happier place? I don’t know, but I’d like to be a part of that cause. Because I think the best meal we can feed ourselves, our children and others is respect with a side of kindness.

 

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I’ll follow my own advise.

 

Families Welcome & Foodie Approved… Part 1

Raising a silver spoon

I’ll be the first to admit, I am one of those moms. I’m a party crasher. I show up with my kids at the restaurant where you are having your first awkward date or a stuffy business meeting.  I’ll be wearing yoga pants, have a buttload of cheerios stuck to my shirt, a crazed look of hunger in my eyes. I’ll be eager to sit down at the next available table and take some food photos all while bouncing my 11-month-old and entertaining my 3-year-old. I swear, I’m not nuts. I’m just a mama squirrel tryin to get some nuts *wink *wink. For me, meal time is family time.  With the exception of date night with my hunk-of-a-man, eating out is an all inclusive affair and I like my lil nutty love muffins to be included. I’m all about raising my kids to be shiny, happy silver spoons (minus any pretension). Not to worry, I got ’em well trained. They do pretty darn well at restaurants and they enjoy the experience as much as I do, especially when there’s rice involved.

Yes, I picked this up before leaving. I also see why some people are anti-kid for this reason and this alone. But let’s give rice and peas a chance, right?

What is Foodie Approved?

Foodie Approved: Somewhere i can get this

I’d like to re-invent the idea of “Kid-Friendly” into “Families Welcome AND Foodie Approved.” As much as I love a playground and good food. I’ll take the food over the playground. During my journey to feed my children gourmet goodies I have noticed two things: First, even folks who are so called “foodies,” sometimes  give their kids mystery meat with a side of red dye #5. Why?  Convenience, low cost, or maybe just too many hairy eyeballs at the cool spots?  I write this without judgements.  Heck, I go to the Starbucks drive-thru at least 3 times a week due to convenience and living in the burbs. Secondly, when visiting a new city with my children and asking a seemingly food lovin’ local for a lunch recommendation more often then not they suggest mass produced muck (Friendly’s, Denny’s or IHOP).  Three words: Yuck, Gross and Disgusting!  Just because I come encrusted with crispy cheerios does NOT mean I want to feed my family junk. I want the place where the food enthusiasts roam, where the local meat is being tenderized, where the beef is as grass-fed as a hamster, where the walls look like the 60’s we born again, where the hipsters are a plenty, you get it.

Where am I going with this? If you’re a parent with a mountain of Mickey D wrappers in your minivan, I invite you to join me as we re-invent the family foodie wheel.  Or if you’re recommending a restaurant share the good spots not the grease spots.

What are your thoughts on this subject? Be honest. Let’s stir the organic soup pot. Either, I’m as loony as a bag of fruit loops or are you are on the “foodie approved” bandwagon?

If you’re with me please sign up for the FAST FOOD FREE petition, (no worries: Chipotle is not considered fast food) you can sign your name by commenting below.

If you think I’m coocoo for cocoa puffs and should shut my food lovin’ pie hole, kids n all Please dish…

*Check back soon for more information and a list of certified, “Family Friendly and Foodie Approved” places.



Life Lesson 247: Never Eat Pizza Before A Tejas Rodeo.

This one goes out to all you Top Chef addicts…

My good friend and fellow blogger, Sarah V. at Wandering Off dot com wrote a great post titled: Don’t Wear Sandals To The Rodeo And Other Observations. Go ahead and read it.

Piggy-backing off her post let me explain my adventure in cuisine de la rodeo grub…

Wait. First, there are two things I must admit.

One, I am a Yankee and sometimes proud of it. Two, this was my first Rodeo. {Insert-crooked smile}

I had only my simple-minded stereotypes to guide me through this event. I pictured John Wayne and Dolly Parton types doin’ the two-step, lots of Texas grit, bull-riding, and grease monkey food corn-dog-on-a-stick dripping with cholestrol. Whatever my initial thoughts contained I was way off…

Being that the Rodeo starts at 7:30p we wanted to eat dinner beforehand.  I had a hair-brained idea to get pizza. I had heard of 46th St. Pizza which has a location near the rodeo so I figured “perfect, we avoid clogging our arteries, get a slice of NY style pie, AND get to enjoy the Rodeo.”  Getting to the point, I was wrong… Oh… So wrong.

After inhaling this decent-at-best version of NY style pizza, My hubby, our two kids and I set out to our first rodeo. We enjoyed watching the brave bull-riders, dirt stompin’ on the dance floor, and guzzling some good ole Texas Shiner beer. We left wanting more.

The following weekend we drove up to the Tejas rodeo AGAIN, this time on a Friday night and Again we ate beforehand.  Whoops, we missed the rodeo, it’s only on Saturdays.

We are amateur Texans.

Friday nights they have live outdoor music and beer drinkin.  We had some extra time on our hands without the rodeo actually going on.  I explored the on-site restaurant (Tejas Rodeo Steakhouse) while my man and the kids went out to hang with the horses and watch the cowboys practice under the rodeo lights.

I was absolutely surprised.  The food is is excellent!  The servers knew every answer to all my nosey foodie questions and I totally missed the boat ( twice)!

I called the rest of the family over and we sampled the following:

Pan De Tejas Flat Bread, I would come back just for this even if we missed the rodeo again. This plate was a total mouth orgasm if I’ve ever had one. Homemade flatbread, goat cheese, mixed greens, and of course bacon.

Fried Green Tomatoes which were just as good as the movie and came with a homemade gravy that rocked my world. Yes, I licked that there little bowl.

Succulent Texas peach cobbler for dessert.  As Emeril might say next week on Top Chef, “Bam!”

I basically interviewed our waiter, by the way he was also excellent, and got the scoop. The Tejas Steakhouse chef prides herself on using only the freshest local ingredients.  They harvest their own garden for some of their veggies and herbs.  They are known for their smokehouse meats which are smoked for over 14 hours and served up only on rodeo days. Boy, I was kicking my own Yankee butt after this major misjudgment.

Now I can’t speak for all rodeo cuisine out there but I can say that the Tejas rodeo will definitely have my patronage many times in the future.  You may even get to see a real cowboy butterin’ up his biscuits.

Ps. To really rub in my lack of judgement, the steakhouse is going to be featured next week on Top Chef. Score one for the Tejas.

Life Lesson 247: Never eat pizza before a Tejas rodeo.

Stop back for more edible-adventures AND life lessons- As this saucy mama gets schooled in Texas style eatin’

Amen!

Tejas Steakhouse & Saloon is open Every Thursday thru Sunday night…and lunch Saturdays and Sundays

 


( Photo: My Pawwt-na and our Sparkly Princess)

* All opinions are my own I was not compensated for this post or the meal I ate at the Tejas Rodeo Steakhouse. I wish.