Yeah, I know, it’s already well into July, so what am I doing posting the meal plan NOW? Well, I’ve been away for a bit. I had a business trip to tackle, two boys to ferry to my parents’ house
Tag: food
Recently, I had a complete privileged-white-lady moment when my beloved local Whole Foods delivery team stopped their grocery delivery service. (I KNOW, RIGHT? ADULTING IS HAAAARRRRD.) Yes, I know it’s whiny and self-indulgent to be brokenhearted about not getting your
The other day, I got up an hour earlier than usual to make sure that I was appropriately dressed (when you work from home, “appropriately dressed” is a thing you have to sometimes think carefully about, usually on those occasions
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
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
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
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
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