Happy Birthday, Charles!

Here is a birthday cheer for you,
My husband, the chef, and leader of our crew…

C is for caring, culinarian, and charm
H is for handsome, hard working, and heart
A is for adoration from all who’ve had your cuisine
R is for restaurateur, the best on the scene
L is for lovable, loyal, leader, and laughter
E is for excelling at everything you go after
S is for skilled, strong, and simply the sweetest soul
M is for merry, making it happen, motivating all you know
E is for envisioning a future that inspires
R is for reaching for your dreams and desires
E is for enthusiastic, exceptional, encouraging
D is for devoted, dad, doer, and daring
A is for admired, affectionate, and amazing in all you do
Y is for is for the yes that I said when I met the younger you

I’ve run out of letters, sad I know, but there is nothing I can do,
I could go on praising and telling all about my other half, C2.
But let’s celebrate, this is your day, so without further ado,
I wish you the best year yet, I love you so, here’s to 42!

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHARLES!

Love, Sarah

 

My husband’s new TV show

My husband, Chef Charles Mereday, has a new TV show, Back of the House with Charles Mereday. Watch the pilot episode below. Congrats, Charles! I’m so happy for you! 🙂

 

A Valentine for my Valentine, the Chef…

I couldn’t find a card I liked for my husband, so I wrote my own. 🙂

A Valentine for my Valentine, the Chef…

Tomatoes are red,
Berries are blue
You married a chef?
How lucky are you!

What is it like?
To be a chef’s wife?
Does he cook every night?
Feasts of culinary delights?

These are the questions
You all want to know,
About marriage to the chef
I met a decade ago.

So here’s part of the story
I’d like to share with you,
About a man called Chef Charles
Without further ado…

He’s a culinary genius.
But don’t take it from me.
Just Google his name,
And read heaps of flattery.

He can open a fridge
That might seem to be bare,
And impress the biggest naysayer
With courses of the finest fare.

Want to see magic?
Just watch the man cook.
He slices, flips, and creates flavors
You can’t find in any book.

He’s mastered it over time
This gift from above,
He can tell with a single taste
If it’s something his customers will love.

He’s won medal after medal
In competitions all around,
Julienne, small dice, and even Brunoise
His knife skills always astound!

Don’t mess with his amuse-bouche
His sauces or Duck Confit,
He can tourne a potato with his eyes closed.
His skills can not be beat!

Sit down for one of his chef’s tasting menus
And you’re in for a special night.
He packs flavor, happiness, and even art
Into each and every bite.

Ten years ago
I first saw this chef,
But before our introduction
I’d already lost my breathe.

He passed me in a corridor
I didn’t even know his name,
But with one glance my heart lurched to life
It would never be the same.

I had never seen or heard of him
I went home feeling stressed.
Would our paths cross again? When? How soon?
But the man up above handled the rest…

So here we are, ten years in
This chef I first saw in a hall,
Had I known then, what I know now,
I wouldn’t change a thing at all.

This chef and I, we have two gifts,
The best kind in the world,
They go by the names of Audrey and Sabrina
They’re our precious little girls.

Now they’re picky eaters, these little girls, and
They think their daddy is the best.
But it isn’t for his culinary skills
Or for being an amazing chef…

It’s for being a father they can always trust
Who will always be their man,
He’ll love them, as I do, until his last breathe
And take care of them as best he can.

Now part of the deal of being a chef’s wife,
Is understanding what they have on their plate.
They work long into the night and holidays.
You can forget having a Valentine’s date.

Though I cheerlead from a distance,
He’s always on my mind.
I’m proud of his work and his passion to create
He works diligently all of the time.

And when he’s home, we celebrate
And give him lots of hugs.
We try to make him laugh a lot,
And let him know he’s loved.

But just in case it isn’t clear
How this wife feels about her spouse,
Let me attempt, one last time,
To clear up any doubts…

Chef Mereday, since we first met
I’ve had a crush on you,
You make me smile and feel so loved
And so glad I said, “I do.”

Happy Valentine’s Day…
Love, Sarah

Then…

Sarah & Charles

And now…

Sarah & Charles

Chasing birds…(and pirates!)

Osprey in flight

I’ve been away from my blog for a bit, and let me tell you I’ve got some excuses. 😉  I’ve been in ‘book promotion land’ for about one month now, heavily promoting my books on Kindle as the three of them are on sale.  I’ve been writing, which means at any given time, I’m having a “conversation” with one to five extra voices in my head if you know what I mean.  But mainly, I’ve been keeping up with my darling pirate children.  (I am a chef’s wife, so keeping up with children is different for me than for some moms out there.  No offense intended for anyone.  If you need further clarification regarding this issue, simply Google the words ‘chef’s wife’ and a plethora of reading material with everything from the blog ‘Desperate Chefs’ Wives’ to  support groups for them will come up.  There is even the site called the ‘Chef’s Widow,’ which to clarify is not referring to a woman married to a man who has passed away.  You get the picture.   And our children…well, let’s just say you’ve got to keep an eye, or twenty, on them.

What are they like?  Do you remember that eighties flick, GREMLINS, where you can’t get them wet or feed them after midnight or they’ll turn from cute little fuzzy creatures into monsters?  😉  Yeah, the main difference is that mine ‘change’ earlier in the evening.  When we’re at the grocery store, strangers typically say something like:  “They sure have lots of energy.”  Yes.  Yes, they do.  And they hate the idea of their mother sleeping.  The eldest thinks she needs to stay up two hours past her bedtime with me every single night. “Sleep is the worst thing in the world!” she says as she turns cartwheels beside my desk.  The youngest thinks that between 2 and 4:30 a.m. is a grand time to wake-up.  “Mommy, it’s morning!” she says.  While technically, she is correct, I can’t handle that hour and oh so sweetly tell her to go back to bed.  But like clockwork, she’s there, between 2:30 and 4:30.

The youngest pirate’s three favorite items in our house are my black PERMANENT Sharpie marker, a roll of packing tape, and glue.  She also claims she is an artist, (at five I have to admire her for already having this figured out), and as you can imagine with the Sharpie, in particular being the first thing she finds in the morning, I never know what creation of hers I am going to discover.  Or how long it is going to take me to remove it from the wall.  Recently, she took empty paper towel rolls and decorated them as Santa Claus miniatures and hung them with glue and string to the bedroom wall.  I’m still trying to figure out where she got the string from or what shirt of mine is missing that could have produced said string.

My sister quite regularly asks me over the phone, “What is happening at your house?” because the noise is so loud.  The other day I had to lock myself in the closest so I could take a phone call.  I’m sorry, but I hadn’t talked to my friend who called me in over three months, and I wasn’t letting anything get in the way of our conversation.  A few days later, the youngest was chanting.  Yep, there really isn’t another way to describe it.  She was repeating some strange sound over and over as I combed her hair and though I asked her to quiet down a little, the louder she got until I exclaimed, “I feel like I’m in the crazy house!”  This was immediately followed by a voice, (my eldest- at least I’m hoping it was her) in the other room announcing, “You ARE in the crazy house!”

A few days ago my five-year-old called from behind me in the hallway, “Wow, Mommy your butt is SO big.”  If you ever visited my old blog site, you might realize these are the same words that my seven-year-old said to me when she was four, which prompted the launch of “My Name is Sarah,” my first blog.  As the words of my second born registered, a million thoughts flashed through my already heavily trafficked mind.  Now, the second one is saying this?  Thank the Lord we stopped at two.  I slowly turned around, calculating my response and how I was going to handle her latest observation only to discover she was peering at me through a magnifying glass.

Anywho, that’s what I’ve been doing…  Welcome to my life. 🙂

Do I have any other excuses for my extended absence?  What else have I been up to?  Oh, you want wildlife photos? No more glimpses into mommy world?  Okay, fine.  Thanks for listening. 😉  Well, this brings me to today’s photos…  Recently, I attended a Book Festival in Matlacha Park, in Matlacha, a tiny island on the way to Pine Island, Florida.  I told myself I would wait until the day was over before going after any wildlife photos, but…well…that just didn’t work out for me.  I was one of sixty Florida authors in attendance but probably the only one who abandoned my table over and over to take photographs of birds.  I’m cool like that.  A rebel without a cause.  Probably where the pirates get it from.  It was a windy, unusually chilly Florida day, but I sold some books, met some amazing authors and readers, Chef Charles took the morning off to watch the pirates, and I got to chase birds. (Finally, some photos for my lonely, ol’ neglected blog.)   🙂

Osprey

Osprey

Am I getting a dirty look? ;)
Am I getting a dirty look? 😉

Osprey

Osprey with fish

Osprey

Osprey

bird

Osprey

Book Festival

In the mood for a Fresh Seafood Dinner…

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Just last week, that Chef husband of mine opened our new restaurant, Mereday’s Fine Dining, at The Naples Bay Resort.  In a pre-opening family outing, he took us out for a fresh, seafood dinner.  What a treat to spend some family time together -during the launch of a restaurant, which I promise you can be intense, and what an even bigger treat, if you’re ‘a crazy bird lady’ like moi, to see two Osprey on our way home from dinner.  Turns out, we weren’t the only ones in the mood for fresh local fish.  😉  Check out the menu at our new place at, http://www.meredaysnaples.com or visit the Facebook page to see what sort of fresh food the chef is serving. 🙂