Cooking Slapdasherdly or I have a toddler on one hip and a knife in the other hand

Not safe! I grant you, no baby preparedness class is going to tell you to have your young child within 18" of a hot stove top. But how else does one put dinner on the table?

I feel kind of proud. Is that the right word? Maybe, "risqué". And that is as close to risqué as I'm getting most days as the Mama of two young boys.
The meals are most often heated instead of cooked, but everybody eats,  three squares and umpteen snacks a day. Once or twice a week, I serve something an adult might order in a restaurant. Not a nice restaurant. And if I can bake something delicious once a fortnight, something that makes my husband look at me with the loving eyes of our single days, I will take it.

I think proud is the right word. I'm a champ of the one-handed meal prep. Food Network should have me host a show.

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