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Hi. My name is Jacquelyn. Aka “Mama”. Aka “The Gourmet Housewife”.

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If you’re on this page, you’re wanting to know a little bit more about me. Or else Google failed you, in which case you should push that “back” button on your browser.

I’m one of those annoying people who actually LIKES exercising and eating vegetables. I try to avoid processed and pre-packaged food as much as possible, but I am also a full-time working mother of two, and macaroni and cheese is a staple in our house.

I drink Starbucks and red wine in copious amounts.

I detest meatballs, meatloaf and cilantro. I can take or leave asparagus.

I am too much of a perfectionist, and I apologize for every little thing. Sorry about that.

I can always be found in the kitchen, glass of wine in hand.

I talk about them a lot on this blog, so here’s a little bit more about the loves of my life:

The hubby

 

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One look from this guy and I still get butterflies in my stomach. I think that’s the way it’s supposed to be, don’t you? It’s probably the dimples. Or maybe the blue eyes.

The hubby should have been born in Italy. He would eat pasta every day if I would let him.

People always tell the hubby he’s so fortunate to be married to me because of my cooking, but I’ll let you in on a little secret: he’s a better cook than I am.

Maybe one day we’ll tag team this blog, but then I’d have to change the name. And for sure he’d make me get rid of the pink.

I’m not ready for that level of commitment yet.

The toddler

One day he was this:

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And then in the blink of an eye he was this:

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And I don’t know how the time flew by so quickly.

The toddler is your typical picky eater, except worse. Maybe because of us, maybe because of just being a toddler. When he was a baby, he would eat anything and everything. As time went on, he started getting pickier and pickier until he was only eating bread and cheese in various forms. And roasted seaweed. Odd, I know.

My mother assures me that he will grow up to be normal and will eat fruits and veggies without them having to be in smoothie form.

The baby

the baby

This newest addition to our family is loved most of all for her inability to talk back (for now).

The baby was responsible for a major sweet tooth during my pregnancy. It still hasn’t gone away.

The baby is also responsible for any lack of brain power we are now exhibiting from lack of sleep. This, of course, is in addition to the brain power we already lost after the toddler was born.

The baby makes up for all of this with her cuteness.

Fortunately, the baby seems to love vegetables.

the baby

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FAQs:

Do you have any formal training?

No. I just love to cook and have learned through tons of trial and error. I probably don’t know the answer to your technical culinary question. I’m really good at Googling though.

Will you do sponsored posts?

Nope. Been there, done that. Felt like a fraud posting about products that I wouldn’t buy in real life.

Do you cater?

Nope. Been there, done that. My nerves can’t handle it, and my bank account can’t handle the amount of wine I need to cope with my nerves not being able handle it. It’s a vicious cycle.

If you are a friend, I might as a favour to you. Call me.

Do you teach cooking classes?

Yes! Okay, I’ve taught one. But it was so much fun and my nerves can handle that one…even without wine! If you are interested in a particular type of cooking class, send me an email and we can chat.

Do you really drink that much wine?

I’d like to plead the Fifth your honour.

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