I’ve been blogging off and on here on this specific blog since 2009. Sometimes I like to look back and remind myself just where I started and how much has changed – or stayed the same.
This week’s Throwback Thursday is to one of my first real recipes with a photo. Yikes. I don’t think I’m a pro-star food photographer even still after 7 years of trying, but I think I’ve improved at least a little bit.
I haven’t made this recipe for Garlic Almonds since back in 2009. What a shame, because they are really tasty! This weekend it is supposed to cool off a bit in our area so I may risk heating up the house by turning on the oven and making Garlic Almonds again.
Looking at this picture brings back so many memories. This was taken when we still lived in our small apartment in British Columbia, before moving to the Dominican Republic, and then back to Canada again. I see my home office in the background. I can even tell where these almonds were sitting when I took this hasty, un-styled and badly lit photograph. I still have that dish though. It’s part of a set of four that I got from a $1 store and has survived many moves. I still use it in a lot of food photos actually.
So what’s happening now?
Today Jonas turns 18 months old. I was just talking to an old colleague of mine about how fast time goes. It’s such a cliche but it’s true. The last time I’d spoken with him I was just newly pregnant and now Jonas is 1 1/2 years old. This is a fun age. I really enjoy watching his personality come out and have fun showing him new things. He soaks up everything like a sponge, talking tons, signing quite a lot. He’s also starting the tantrum stage and I’m finding myself in unfamiliar territory because I’ve never had to parent before and, like all parents I’m sure, I just don’t want to screw it up too badly. Thankfully I have some amazing friends and family who listen to me vent and provide me with some trustworthy advice when I ask for it. For the record, I asked my mother how she handled my temper tantrums as a toddler and she couldn’t remember me having tantrums. So I gather I was a perfect angel with a well-adjusted personality, and that Jonas gets the tantrum gene from Levi. I refuse to accept that it’s more likely I was a typical toddler with tantrums and that my dear mother has just blocked out, er, forgotten those less-than-precious moments.
Okay, I’ll end my rambling here. I hope everyone has an amazing long weekend!
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