I’ve wanted for a long time to share a conversation that I had with my grandmother several months ago, but it never seemed to be quite the right time. Other posts overtook my good intentions; other topics became “more important.”
Category: Accountability
I have no idea how it happened that I ended up $30-$50 over budget for almost three full weeks in a row in February, but this has got to stop. Oh, sure, I made up for it, mostly; but the
I’ve needed to take one of those occasional breaks that I think almost every writer really must have in order to stay passionate, or at least productive. I’d post at least once a day if this blog were the only
There’s been a lot of chatter these past few days about France and French parenting. If we are to believe the hype of the day, the French do EVERYTHING better than we do — they’re thinner, more stylish, more cultured,
I owe you all TWO FULL WEEKS of food waste reporting. Sorry about that — I have been keeping track, as promised, and I haven’t forgotten that I need to publish the results for weeks 3 and 4. It’s just
Well. Knock me over with a feather. It’s week two of cataloging publicly the entirety of the food waste situation in our home, and I was certain that we were going to end up with far more waste than we
This is the second installment in my new “Fridge to Fork” series, in which I attempt to show how easily — and with how few ingredients — an appealing and relatively unprocessed family dinner can come together. This meal is
Last night, several blog readers joined me over at the RRG Facebook page for a live chat during the Food Network’s presentation of a new special, “The Big Waste.” It was, as you’d expect, a show about the appalling amount
This week, I’ve seen a number of bloggers and websites talking about a new cookbook in which the author basically does exactly the opposite of what you’d think a cookbook author would do: she tells people to forget about recipes.
I like New Year’s. I don’t like it because of the parties — truthfully, J. and I usually do very little to celebrate, and this year we did even less than we ordinarily might. I don’t like it because of