Oh, How I Love Thee, Broccoli!

2011-02-21-to-2011-03-21-20-months

Okay. Okay. Okay. I admit it. I am a little odd.

I am probably the only toddler walking around who loves broccoli. I’ve loved it from the first day Mommy started giving pureed broccoli some time about 1 year ago and continued to love steamed broccoli over the past year. Recently, while riding in a shopping cart at Whole Foods, Daddy discovered that I also like them raw when I asked to have them raw. Yes, raw! Even weirder for a toddler.

I found a whole stalk of broccoli in the refrigerator a few weeks ago and begged Mommy to have it. So, Mommy let me have it. I walked around the house with it and took bites of it. It was my prized possession (if only for about 30 minutes)!

South Mountain Creamery

After several of Mommy’s patients recommended the DC Urban Moms (and Dads) website, Mommy visited the site and has gained lots of good information about preschools, nannies, and even how her patients feel about her. Yes, patients have posted recommendations for ob/gyns on the website and patients had good things to say about Mommy.

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While surfing the website, Mommy heard about South Mountain Creamery in Maryland. It appealed to Mommy because it brings back the small town “home” feeling. The Creamery delivers milk (and other goodies) directly to your doorstep in a glass bottle. The cost for half a gallon of whole milk is $3.50 plus $1.50 deposit for the glass bottle. There is also a delivery charge of $3.75 per order.

Since Mommy and Daddy don’t drink whole milk, I am the only one who can really compare Horizon whole milk, versus Whole Foods 365 whole milk, versus South Mountain Creamery glass bottle whole milk.

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South Mountain Creamery also sells these brown eggs at $3.50 per dozen. So what’s all the hooplah about the eggs? Well, they are…

…cage-free
…antibiotic-free
…hormone-free
…omega-3/DHA
…vegetarian-fed
…certified humane

I never thought there could be so much craziness in describing a simple little egg!

I hate to rain on your parade, Mommy, but the truth of the matter is that I really can’t taste the difference in the milk or in the eggs.