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D's First Visit

Today, I got a visit from my first Mama who literally gave birth to the brainchild behind this company. She brought D with her to come say hi and show off his newest kung fu moves. His name has been abbreviated to protect the innofant (innocent + infant = innofant). D is looking so handsome these days! His head smells like an angel, and his Mama and I had a great time watching him gurgle and make baby dinosaur noises. We got a little hungry, so I whipped up a light lunch using what I had in the fridge. Below is the recipe for a quick, delicious summer lunch and some ideas for spicing up the recipe.

Watermelon Spinach Salad

1 cup Chopped Watermelon*
1/3 cup Shaved Parmesan
2 cups Spinach
1/4 cup Toasted Pine Nuts
1 tsp Basalmic Glaze
1 tsp Extra Virgin Olive Oil
 1/2 tsp Lemon Zest

Toss the watermelon, parmesan, spinach, and pine nuts together in a big bowl. Drizzle with basalmic glaze and olive oil. Zest a smidge of a clean lemon on top of the salad, serve in little bowls, and enjoy! This is a perfect, healthy summer lunch, especially while watermelon is in season and is so tasty with basalmic on it. If you're not into fruits in salads, replace the watermelon with baby tomatoes or chunks of avocado.

*Try to use seedless watermelon. Anytime anyone eats one of those big black seeds, I always wonder if a watermelon is going to grow in their stomach. I don't care if it's irrational- you just lost all that baby weight, you don't want to think you're having another pregnancy as your stomach expands with a growing watermelon in your intestinal tract.
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