My daughters are 20 months apart in age. When they were babies, people would take one look at the hollowed-out shells that once housed our functioning selves and say It's tough now, but you'll be so grateful later when they play together. I thought these people were lying just to make me feel better. We were so in the thicket of "now" that we couldn't imagine a "later." I could not fathom these helpless little things entertaining each other, or a time when we would trade in defensive parenting -- hovering, watching, reacting -- for active parenting. Nor could I imagine a time when they'd actually sit down to a real meal with us. The sitting part stymied me, as did the "real meal" part. Their plates held not so much dinner as a poor man's tapas selection: cubes of raw red peppers, microscopic pieces of chicken or shrimp, a little bowl of noodles. But I turned a corner the day I decided to marry two of those foods to make one: Angel Hair with Shrimp. It's so simple it seems almost stupid, but it worked as a perfect inaugural family dinner because the shrimp and pasta mix together without fully integrating. So if it flops, you can always send the ingredients back to their separate corners. And if it works, the kids get a real meal, and you get a glimpse of your future.
Shrimp, Meet Angel Hair
Shrimp, Meet Angel Hair
Shrimp, Meet Angel Hair
My daughters are 20 months apart in age. When they were babies, people would take one look at the hollowed-out shells that once housed our functioning selves and say It's tough now, but you'll be so grateful later when they play together. I thought these people were lying just to make me feel better. We were so in the thicket of "now" that we couldn't imagine a "later." I could not fathom these helpless little things entertaining each other, or a time when we would trade in defensive parenting -- hovering, watching, reacting -- for active parenting. Nor could I imagine a time when they'd actually sit down to a real meal with us. The sitting part stymied me, as did the "real meal" part. Their plates held not so much dinner as a poor man's tapas selection: cubes of raw red peppers, microscopic pieces of chicken or shrimp, a little bowl of noodles. But I turned a corner the day I decided to marry two of those foods to make one: Angel Hair with Shrimp. It's so simple it seems almost stupid, but it worked as a perfect inaugural family dinner because the shrimp and pasta mix together without fully integrating. So if it flops, you can always send the ingredients back to their separate corners. And if it works, the kids get a real meal, and you get a glimpse of your future.