Any musical theatre geeks among you are now singing to yourselves; I’m particularly gratified by the mental image of those select few who are actually going “bum bada dum bum bum, Tradition!” along with me. But I digress. As much
You probably realize, if you read this blog regularly, that I am a big fan of my Sunday Roast Chicken. In fact, my respect for this particular menu item is at the level of Why-Don’t-You-Just-Kiss-It-And-Marry-It-Already. I already make sure it
I’m back. Some of you no doubt noticed my absence over the past few days — J. and I were taking a little “mini-break,” to paraphrase Bridget Jones. In other words, we decided that after over four years without a
As a follow-up to yesterday’s post, I think it’s high time I started illustrating the point that if you can figure out how to creatively invent and re-invent in the kitchen, not only does the whole Getting Everybody Fed thing
I was going to write about something totally different today, but when I went to moderate the Comments board this morning there was an excellent question from reader Nina that got my wheels turning in a whole different direction. Nina
Not to get all churchy on people, or anything — this is a completely nonreligious, ecumenical blog — but yesterday the visiting pastor at our church had some words of wisdom during the Children’s Moment that I think are worth
