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Hello and welcome back (all of us) to this newsletter. I’ve spent too much time agonizing over how to “come back” after an unexpectedly early, abrupt departure. How much to share? How much to explain? The short of it: I had a baby, he was one month early, and though his entry into the world was dramatic and unexpected, we are healthy and he is devastatingly cute.

I’m impressed by people who feel inspired to share more during their postpartum time, but the whole experience has made me feel the opposite. Nothing has ever seemed more sacred, more worthy of protection. I personally have never felt more raw or sensitive, more susceptible to bursting into tears because someone thought I was going to poison my baby with a cactus (just kidding, you can’t get to me!). Simply put: I’m tired and sensitive (though these days, who among us, etc.).

That said, I want to keep writing, and the only thing I know, is to write about what I know. Of course, a commitment to authenticity is a blessing and a curse blah blah. When the job is to write recipes but “recipes” mean broth out of a mug, toasted english muffins with too much butter, pots of beans with miscellaneous old leftovers mixed in and crisping up your just-delivered pizza in a 450°F oven before eating it because no pizza delivery is ever crispy enough (good tip), there’s not much to write about. Though, if you want a recipe for broth out of a mug, I can help.

In addition to feeling a little, let’s call it… “unfocused” in the kitchen, my general lifestyle has recently been very breast-focused, milk-heavy and infant sleep cycle-obsessed. I spend a lot of time washing bottles and pump parts, unboxing packages full of things I forgot I ordered but swore I needed and staring at my baby’s perfect face then crying. I wear the same cardigan 6 days in a row (on the seventh day…we wash it). Taking a quick shower feels like a trip to the Wall Street Baths and going on a walk around the block to pick something up at CVS fills me with an inner-glow only previously achieved by an Italian vacation.

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