Brace yourselves. I’m about to advocate for sugar. I know, I know — haven’t I read the research that says it’s toxic? That we’re poisoning our children? Haven’t I read about how even kids who eat “healthy” diets are consuming unsafe levels of the sweet stuff? What in the world could I possibly be thinking? What I’m thinking is that, as with most of the discourse around not only eating but actually many, many topics of importance these days, we’ve let it all go to the extremes. And extremes are hard to sustain. I’ve been watching the evidence against sugar mount over time, and being a reasonable person who cares
There’s just something about tzatziki, isn’t there? It’s all so FRESH. You just mix a little yogurt with some cucumber and a few other ingredients, and it’s like summer — you’re transported to this place where everything is warm and lovely. It feels like you’re eating good, living things that are wonderful for your body. At least, that’s how it feels to me. Like happy, good things. In the middle of winter, I start to get tired of comfort foods. They’re, well, not so comforting anymore. Winter food starts to feel heavy and dark and not-so-healthy, even at its best. In January, the itch for good fresh food that came
It’s wintertime now, truly and officially — not just on the calendar, but outside my door. Here in New England the mercury has barely cracked double digits the past couple of mornings. Our breath is visible. Our noses hurt when we walk to school in the morning. It’s January, folks, and it means business. Two things happened this weekend that made me think of posting a chicken soup recipe for you: 1) I roasted 3 chickens, and made a slow cooker stock that I let simmer for 16 hours which made the house smell amazing and made me resent this bitter cold just a little bit less; and 2) P.
Oof. I can’t eat anymore. Can you? The holidays have really been a parade of great food and good family times…but I am stuffed. Even though I’ve passed up many tempting items in the past few days, I’m still feeling the effects of inevitable overindulgence. It’s just the way January always rolls in: Cold, melancholy, and more than a little bit bloated. Beyond that, though, it’s time to get my game face back on. We survived a freakishly busy fall, wallowed in our two weeks of down time, and now we’ll be back to nearly full-tilt schedules in less than 24 hours. I allowed us to eat down our freezer
The calendar tells me it’s that time again: Time to round up the year with something, before we get to the January meal plan and march boldly ahead into 2016. Last year, I did a roundup of the 14 best lunches of 2014; now, not to reinvent any perfectly good wheels, I’m rolling up my proverbial sleeves to go at it again. 2015 this time…15 lunches…and GO. As with last year, I didn’t do anything utterly scientific to choose these lunches. I just went with a combination of audience enthusiasm, kid enthusiasm, and my own feelings about the lunches as I reflect on them at a bit of a distance.
Some of you may recall that in years past, I’ve undertaken some form of freezer and pantry challenge during November and/or December, in order to slow down our grocery bill at a time of year when we could use the extra cash for holiday gifts. I’d love to say that I’m doing that again this year, but I’m not, not exactly… I just can’t do a real pantry challenge this year. Every part of my life is so jam-packed in December that I need to know exactly what’s happening with dinner each night, or I just absolutely will not be able to function. Fortunately, I’ve spent so much of the
As many of my faithful readers know, in my “real life” I work as a freelance writer and consultant to non-profit organizations. Most of my work is done for the amazing non-profit The Family Dinner Project, which is something like life imitating work or work imitating life. At any rate, while family dinners have always been important to me and to my husband J., and are a big part of how we raise our kids, working with FDP has only deepened my understanding of why the family dinner is a central ingredient to a happy, healthy household…and how the quality of the time you spend at the table really matters.
It wasn’t turkey. It wasn’t stuffing. It had nothing to do with mashed potatoes or squash. But this is definitely the best meal I’ve made in a long time using Thanksgiving leftovers — and it was just a humble work-at-home lunch. For me, the big bonus of Thanksgiving is really the turkey carcass. That’s the prize, as far as I’m concerned; I mean, if we’re all honest, we can have mashed potatoes any old time and leftover stuffing/cranberry sauce/squash/sweet potatoes are all well and good, but they lose their luster pretty quickly no matter how inventive you are. But the turkey carcass is the source of that liquid gold: A
…You fill in the blank! So it’s November, obviously, and I’m late posting this, obviously, and I basically never post anymore. Obviously. Sorry about that. I’m super, super trying to get better about that, really I am. Anyway, this month, having my freezer stocked with ready-to-go meals and starts of meals that I have made myself by simply DOUBLING WHAT I’M COOKING WHEN I’M MAKING A FREEZER-WORTHY MEAL has been maybe the greatest thing that’s happened to me in my dinner-making life, ever. I’m possibly exaggerating. But it’s been such a help. As always, I’m singing with a choral group that performs multiple times a year — sometimes with the
So it’s October, and it’s our 11th anniversary today, and J. and I are not doing anything to celebrate. Don’t feel sad for us or anything — we’ve exchanged lovey pleasantries and we’ve also had a marvelous email thread in which we congratulated ourselves for being SO in tune with each other and so comfortable with our marriage that we’re cool enough not to feel pressured to celebrate. Yeah. Because 11 years and two kids later, we’re sort of in the zone. And we both recognize that getting out of the zone to try to figure out some sort of big romantic gesture in between the pouring rain, piano lessons,