my love for cooking (and food)

i think right from the moment i got pregnant the one thing i kept looking forward to was cooking for our kiddo (which i do on a regular basis, even if he opts not to eat).

i grew up in a country where you have freshly made food every day. and i mean my grandma getting up at 6am to make breakfast, then would start lunch around 11, and dinner was some time between 5 and 6pm (my grandparents did a lot of my initial upbringing so most of my memories are of them with me.)

but i digress… back to my love for cooking. i’m not really sure when it started but i do remember cooking when i was fairly small; mainly for my siblings and cousins. i think one of my very first memories is from when i was around 7 years old, i was making something like a stew and getting quite upset at one of my cousins because he had chopped and diced my tomatoes, when i wanted them sliced… it’s all in the details!!!

these days cooking has become one of my stress relievers. my wife says that i usually start cooking when i get stressed and she might be right. i find there is something soothing and relaxing in getting ingredients ready, chopping, stirring, the smells in the kitchen and at the end the satisfaction of having created a dish (food) that your family will enjoy.

sometimes i get lazy and crave-y (is that a word?) and i end up making cubano sandwiches.


but even in what many people would consider a lazy dish i find joy… all the ingredients, putting them together and marrying into this great and tasty harmony of flavours. truly, you must try and make them some time.

the one bad thing about me cooking that i have to own is the fact i don’t clean after myself when i’m doing so, and i end up with a sink full of utensils and plates i’ve used while cooking. but there’s a very rational explanation for this: in my mind i’m in a professional kitchen where there’s someone cleaning up after me as i am busy creating my masterpieces ;). in reality it’s mostly my wife that ends up cleaning my mess.

until next post…



he’s a traveller..

so i haven’t written in a while. It was hard for me to really believe my friends who had kids when they’d say ‘oh sorry i don’t have time’ or ‘it slipped my mind’.. but trust you me, now i can honestly say i believe it because i am right in that situation (it’s a bit crazy and overwhelming just how fast time goes by and just how much you unintentionally forget)

but back to the post…

you know what one of my first childhood memories is? my mom traveling with me, via car, going from the highlands of Ecuador to see my grandparents in the ‘middle’ region of the country and me puking my guts out… yes ma’am, that’s one of my very first memories, fun right?

i was the kind of kid who’d get extremely car sick; what’s more, i just had to think about the thought of going in a car and i’d be sick already. i bet you are thinking lol, how funny, but it’s not, not for a kid with a very strict and short fuse mother.. but i digress.

IMG_3767our kiddo is great while traveling (thus far, and hard knock on wood)… this past trip was third trip in less than two years, not bad, not bad.. hopefully he’ll get to see a lot more places than us.

i’m not going to pretend the entirety of the trip was flawless, of course not, kids are not in their environment, they are very restricted and not necessarily free to explore around which is a challenge once they are mobile (as is the case for our kiddo.)

last year he wasn’t yet crawling around when we went down to Cancun and then to Ecuador, so his anxious moments were much much easier to manage while he was strap to one of us in his carrier. this time around he’s full on mobile, so his pacifier and ipad were our best allies. this is the one time when i was very lenient about screen time and i just allowed him to watch his beloved Paw Patrol, because i’d rather him starring at the screen for an hr than listening to him scream and whine because he can’t walk around exploring (call me a bad mom if you must.)

i think that as with most things planning and preparing are key (and it doens’t hurt having someone else with you to tag team it.) i can honestly say it’s going to be a long time before i attempt another solo trip with the kiddo; when he was smaller again it was different as things are easier to manage in some respect, but until then we’ll keep bringing mamma along 🙂 and snacks, and toys, and ipads, and books…

and i say he’s a traveller because this kid did not get a single mosquito bite while on any of these trips… you know the horror stories you hear or read about the kids getting the runs, or reactions to insect bites, or refusing food, or not been able to sleep somewhere else… so far nothing… and i do say so far with a big weary smile on because i also know how quickly things turn around.

but until then we’ll try and take a couple more trips, visit a few more places, see a few more people… because as the old saying goes: We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.

until next post….

this crazy little thing called life…

oh what a rollercoaster it’s been so far.

this is what our little prince Matteo looked when he was about 30 weeks old. as any new parents we wanted (when i say we, i mean just me) to do EVERYTHING we could do to find out what the baby would look like, how he was developing, how he was growing, etc., until the reality of just how expensive all things baby related are.

one thing that i did want to splurge on was a 3-d ultrasound because i just couldn’t wait to see his little features (and secretly because i wanted to 100-check it was a boy as my 20 week ultrasound had said and not a girl as i was expecting/hoping.)

so here it is, his very first picture. the experience of a 3-d ultrasound is a bit surreal. my mind still can’t get over how technicians brush a wand over your belly and you start to make out your baby’s little feet, little hands, button nose…oh it was the best moment of my life thus far.


what made it even more incredible was that i could share it with my family (more on them on later posts). I could send them a link that allowed them to see LIVE my 3-d ultrasound, isn’t that crazy?? needless to say we were all teary eyed and excited by the end of it.

i won’t be posting too many pictures of Matteo here even though he is really the inspiration for the blog, after all he’s made me a mom. up until a few weeks ago i had been sharing all sorts of pics of him online (instagram and facebook) but then one day someone brought to my attention the fact that he is still a baby, can’t give consent to having his picture all over the internet and to be 100% honest made me feel guilty.

hey, maybe i’ll write another post on the many guilts you’ll feel as a mother (not that there are many hahahahhaha)

until next post!