I know I’m not the only person out there who feels these days as if it’s hard to know how to keep going. There’s a general aura of fatigue and anxiety in the air everywhere I go. Friends and family
What happened??? Lots of RRG readers have contacted me over the past several months, wanting to know where I’ve been. What’s going on. If I’m all right, if the family’s all right. We are. And thank you. And it’s complicated.
Now that the kids are old enough to give their input for the monthly meal plan, the question “What do you want for dinner?” is inevitably answered this way by at least one of them: “Burgers!” Yeah, my boys are
I’m not even kidding. So much of this meal plan was created like this: Me: *frowns at notebook, tries to drink more coffee to jog mind, contemplates giving up and moving to a desert island with a good long book*
You may have noticed that there’s been sort of a theme running on RRG lately: the boys are growing older. We’re having to expand everyone’s horizons and ways of doing things. We’re figuring out where to give them more independence,
My boys are what you’d probably call “good eaters.” They not only have hearty appetites, but they’re relatively adventurous and willing to eat what’s served to them (mostly). I often get frustrated with their particular habits (“Why is P. such
I’m hungry this month. Hungry for so much. I don’t know why I feel this way. Maybe it’s the fickle weather, the 60-degree days followed by freezing rain and sweaters. The lightness outside, dinners with sunlight coming in through the
I’ve been planning our family dinners a month at a time for so long now that I honestly can’t even tell you exactly how long it’s been. It might be a decade, give or take. That’s a long, long time.
Every Christmas Eve, we eat lunch at a hibachi restaurant with my parents and my sister D. I don’t know exactly how that became our tradition, but it has stood for several years now — long enough that L. and