Chicken — Jenny True: An Excruciatingly Personal Mommy Blog

Chicken cacciatora and WTF

I’ve known for months that something has to give. In just over a week I’ll be 45, and if I don’t slow down, stop fighting every fight, stop working so much, stop eschewing leisure time and exercise I am doing to DIE. So I have become even more lax in responding to email, fallen off social media, and stopped promoting my book (well, not completely BUY MY BOOK FOR GOD’S SAKE I’LL HAVE A HEART ATTACK IF YOU DON’T). I also have been taking advantage of my new hours at my new job to take morning walks at Heron’s Head Park, where every day I can see seals, puppies, and an incredible variety of birds.

Speaking of jobs, I sent this letter to my former employer this morning: …

Coronavirus reunion edition: Jenny and Gargantubaby visit Gramps and Nonna

On Saturday, May 22, 2021, I take Gargantubaby, who is three and a half, to visit my parents in Evanston, Illinois. It's the first time we've all seen each other since January 2020, when GB was two and my parents came to San Francisco from Evanston and my brother and sister-in-law flew in from China.

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It's been long enough that my parents forget that when they pick me up from the airport, I sit in the backseat writing down everything they say.

They have an age-old dynamic where my mom tries to tell my dad directions, and Dad tries to quiet her with a dangerously calm, "Rose." She's never right, but she never stops trying to give him directions. It starts before we're even out of the airport, on our way to the elevator to the parking garage.

Chicken rice soup and my 2-year-old has a potty mouth

Gargantubaby is 2 and a half. He's in the 95th percentile for height and weight. At his well-baby checkup, Kaiser once again told us to stop giving him whole milk, which we will continue to ignore.

2 yearsJenny TrueJanuary 16, 2020Chicken, Soup Comments

Za'atar chicken with garlicky yogurt and life on Lexapro

Writing an angry blog when you take out the angry part isn't easy.

Also, writing a blog when you take out the motivated-by-anxiety-about-how-little-you've-accomplished-by-age-42 part is not easy.

18-24 mos.Jenny TrueJune 24, 2019Chicken, Lexapro, Post-surgery, Za'atar Comments

Slow-cooker chicken congee and the problem with The Runaway Bunny

My son, current nickname Dirtbaby, is 14 months old. He has been walking for three months and no longer holds his arms in front of him like a zombie. He says "thank you" and "book" and "ball" and "hello" and "bye-bye."

12-18 mos.Jenny TrueSeptember 27, 2018Chicken, Congee, Dinner, Rice, Runaway Bunny, Slow-cooker Comments

Chicken pot pie and WTF breastfeeding

It's been quite the transition to motherhood or, as I like to call it, Mom Eats Last. Some days it feels like SJ and I are killing it: We get enough sleep, we eat, we shower, the house gets cleaned, the bills get paid, and we leave the house and return to it, all without killing the baby.

0-6 mos., Most PopularJenny TrueSeptember 13, 2017Breastfeeding, Chicken, Chicken Pot Pie, Dinner, Pie Comments

Roast chicken and a rejection letter

There's only one thing better than being single and childless at 39: having your novel rejected by one of the biggest agents in New York (AGAIN. AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN).

DatingJenny TrueApril 19, 2016Chicken, Dinner, Rejection letter Comments

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