Probably more prominent than stormtroopers and soccer around here is food.
I’m grateful for that. As a Type II diabetic, I have to be more careful about vittles. My daughters are equally enamored with eating. We’ve even developed a system by which we can divide some plates down party lines.
It’s not all tacos and Frosted Flakes though – I also write of (and dream of) things such as salad and Pad Thai.
On Coach Daddy, the girls and I even occasionally talk about vegetables. Okay, so maybe it’s just wondering why some tomatoes are white. But still. There’s need for balance and nutrition, and we deliver that, too.
And there was that time we devoted four full paragraphs to how to pronounce quinoa.
Then there are the photos. This post had two of them, an incredible doubleheader of Mexican food and burgers, both elevated to celestial heights. Usually, though, if I get a plate of especially gorgeous food, I don’t think of photographing it until I’m 37 bites in.
We’re happy to be atop the food chain. Stick around – we won’t let you go hungry.