u s e y o u r h a n d s

Although my therapist has been telling me the same thing for months, yesterday a neighborhood mom put her hand on my knee and said, “It’s natural and expected that you will have resentment as a parent.” Then I put my head in my child’s neck so nobody would see me cry.

All I feel is resentment, with highlights of pain from being bitten, scratched, grabbed and pulled.

Is there anything more oppressive than a bright, shiny day?

Yesterday, we visited the Evanston Farmers Market before we scouted out the neighborhood we’d like to live in in a few years. I picked up some purslane from my fave vendors, Green Acres Farms. Purslane is a garden weed high in Alpha Lineoic Acid (ALA), an omega fatty acid. But I like it because it tastes fantastic, almost lemony. We also purchased a pint of new potatoes at an Indiana farm.

So, tonight, with dinner looming, I sent Brian and the chicken to the garden for a handful of herbs for the salad while the tofu for sandwiches was broiling. And as Brian plucked herbs from the pot, Gus grabbed them out of his hands. I watched from the window on this Father’s Day.

Purslane & Potato Salad

PInt or so of new potatoes, washed, with skins on, boiled, large potatoes halved
2 c. of purslane leaves and small stems, washed
1/2 c. sliced red onion
2-5 radishes, sliced, depending on size (we used three small ones)
1/2 c. roughly chopped mixed herbs (we had basil, parsley, chives)
Dressing (olive oil, white pepper, salt, lemon juice, Dijon mustard)

Toss potatoes with dressing, radishes and onion while potatoes are still warm. Let cool, add herbs and purslane. Eat!