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ABOUT CARPÉ SEASON

farmers-market-mill-cityThe short version: Carpé Season is about preparing and eating food when it’s in season as well as about embracing life’s seasonal nature.

The ManiFEASTo version:
I believe that food tastes better when it’s in season and has not traveled for days to meet my mouth. In other words, I’d be no fun either if you took me from California in July to eat dinner with you during winter in Minnesota.
I believe we were meant to be flexitarians (surprisingly, not a dinosaur, though ironically, probably descriptive of how some dinosaurs ate). Flexitarians are those who eat a lot of produce and whole grains and just a little bit of meat.
But most importantly, I believe that food is a human connector. It’s what has brought people together in community and joy for ages. And some of the best times I’ve had with people have been with good food too. Especially if there’s cheese involved.

What’s with the name?
For the Latin-challenged, “carpé season” has nothing to do with carp or any other ugly fish. I have no interest in discussing  seasonal carp-fishing regulations on this blog. Rather, just as carpé diem means to seize the day and make the most of it, so Carpé Season is a call to not only recognize the changing seasons but to enjoy them, embrace them, and eat within them. Seize the season. Carpé Season!

ABOUT ME

Hi! I’m Liz.
I am thirty years old, living in Minneapolis, which takes its stalwart citizens from 105*F to -45*F in one year’s time. True story.
I am married to Eric, whom I love unimaginably, and who has eaten, without complaint, everything I’ve ever tried to make. His web-designing super skills are also the reason this website exists.
I used to be an ESL teacher, but since having our son Owen and his baby sister Elsa, I have the pleasure of being a stay-at-home mom and chasing two little ones around.

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I am an official grammar geek and will be forever mortified if I ever publish a blatant spelling or grammar error on this blog…except for unnecessary ellipses, which I unashamedly use like all the cool kids.

 

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How do we feel about this branding? #crack #wink #overflowingtoilet

And we have a BOY. Owen was overjoyed to find out his long-wished-for brother was a reality and is still pushing hard for the name Baby Ping Pong. This little one is sitting breech at the moment, doing his best to kick the door of my cervix in. He is healthy and whole, and we are excited to know just a little more about this baby!

Today, the three-year-old won. No matter what I tried - forts, puzzles, playing in the snow - I was met by outburst after emotional outburst. After a long day, I attempted to salvage the day one more time during our afternoon snack. We talked about our highs and lows of the day, and I gently explained that when he screams at me, it makes me feel like he's angry or doesn't like me. He put his pretzel down, looked at me, and said, "I DON'T like you." I laughed so I wouldn't cry. I just kept thinking about this picture book we have - My No No No Day. At the end of a terrible toddlerific day, the tired mama in the book tucks her kid in with the moral of the story: Some days are just like that that; tomorrow is a new day. So tonight I'm praying for a new day, and banking on ever-new mercies. I'm also singing Don't Look Back In Anger by Oasis at the top of my lungs while I run a quick errand, alone in the car. Surprisingly therapeutic. To tired mamas everywhere, especially those with threenagers, carry on. #threenager #bringingbackthevillage

Just spent an hour on the phone with @healtheast billing and @healthpartners insurance being told that my first pregnant visit to the clinic which included a confirmation of PREGNANCY is not considered prenatal preventative care and is therefore billed as an office visit (similar to an illness) and not covered at 100%. Apparently this is standard across healthcare and insurance systems. Do any of you out there agree that this "policy" of classifying a first pregnant visit this way seems inaccurate and veiled? ( I was told I could have asked before the visit how this would get billed, but come on, what average person is not going to think that this is prenatal care?)

Putting the Candy in Candy Land with a little marshmallow gambling with Owen. He was mad that I got to go (back) to the Candy Cane Forest and wanted to join me despite my claims that this was not good strategy. Thought a little actual candy incentive might help him focus on how to actually win aaand keep things more interesting for me.

This last week was a doozy. But tonight served as the perfect full stop and beginning of the new. Grateful for kidless conversations with good friends and good food at @thecopperhen .

My baby girl is 2 today. Two. I'm in disbelief. Fun facts: she is obsessed with babies, puppies, kittens, and taking off her diaper at all times. Runs, climbs, and jumps off high objects like a maniac who has not yet learned fear (despite a trip to the ER for stitches this summer). She is stealthy in her mischief (she lives to throw toothbrushes in the toilet.) Her snuggles and hugs are fierce, her open-mouthed laugh infectious. Current catchphrase: "I di it!" (Usually followed by a heart round of self-applause.) Will tell you the name of anything is "Owe-ee," which is also what she calls her big brother Owen, her personal hero. I couldn't love this girl more. Happy Birthday, Elsa Ruth.

Christmas candy sugar high.

A decade after Coldplay's "Fix You" came out, it is still my song of choice to sing out as loud as I can on the rare occasion that I'm alone in the car. And after a decade of singing it, I still sing it in a way that demands solitude. #lightswillguideyouhome

Introducing Owen and Elsa to the magic of Will Ferrell...I mean Christmas.

Today, the kids and I visited Eric's hometown of Lindstrom, MN to drop off our ailing 50mm lens at the Canon doctor there. When I first met Eric, we visited this area (and his family) often. So today as I walked through town towards the bakery, now with two kids in tow, I not only felt old, but also all of the feels. It's not like we're high school sweet hearts or anything...but something about these aged textures and Swedish colors make me ridiculously nostalgic. Eric, you are the Karl to my Kristina... love you!

So, who's bringing more coffee? :)

Read this to my kids for nap and definitely said, "Cinderella and her prince share a SPRING ROLL." #chinesefoodalwaysonmymind