Lessons my 9-year-old learned after a week of college dining hall meals L. has a stomachache. He also has a headache. He’s lethargic and, not to get too personal or anything, he can’t really recall the last time he, er,
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…Because it’s July. Because it’s summer. It’s camp season. It’s… Well, it’s a pretty much regular occurrence by now that I’ll be late with the meal plan. Not with creating it, because otherwise — as we know — I will
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*
It’s almost over! The end of the school year is upon us — some of my readers’ kids have less than a week to go, while my own kids are still going to be going on end of year field
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’ve never paid close attention to the cafeteria-related notices at the boys’ school. Both of my kids bring their lunches every day, and that’s the way they like it. Lunch menus come home faithfully each week, only to be chucked
WHY DIDN’T SOMEBODY SAY SOMETHING? Jeez! I finally posted the secret to sourdough starter this summer, and then…I swear I thought I’d posted this follow-up. But I hadn’t. And I realized it today, because I went looking for this post
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