Married to Amazement

Let me tell you about my son, Noah. This kid is really something. He's clever, he's creative, he's so darn funny all the time. He's confident in directions I have always dreamed of but never managed to reach myself, and he has a way of pulling people out of their shells - it's both encouraging and inspiring. And he's smart as a whip - always curious about absolutely everything, since Day 1. Yesterday, he turned 9, and a few days before his birthday, he helped me make a test recipe related to a new-ish interest of his: Greek mythology. We were talking about ambrosia, the food of the gods, and he was wondering what it was - I said the old myths are vague on it, but back in the 60s and 70s, there was a pretty liberal definition of the word "salad," and one such salad from the time was called "ambrosia." So naturally, we were on a quest to find a recipe. Unsurprisingly, none of the Weight Watchers cards or diet cookbooks had anything close - I