There are only so many ways for a blogger to say that the Great Time Argument — the “I don’t have time to cook” or “We don’t have time to sit down as a family” debate — is a fallacy.
L. has recently begun asking — no, begging — me to make borscht. No kidding. His favorite television show, since as long as I can remember, has been “The Backyardigans;” for those unfamiliar with it, it’s actually a pretty watchable
When I posted the April meal plan on the last day of March, I knew there was no way I would have any real concept about what I might be doing on Easter. We tend to be a little loose
I hear it all the time — people say it to me, it’s all over message boards and email threads, it’s woven into the dialogue of almost every parent who has small children. “I don’t want to raise picky eaters.”
A cohesive post was forming in my head at some point today, but I’m not ready to write it. Frankly, after taking some time off from the blog and then coming back with my proverbial guns blazing over the Great
I’ve got to take this week off from blogging, friends. As much as I’d like to hang out here on RRG, talking about food and families, I’m way too overcommitted this week with rehearsals, performances, and just plain LIFE to be
Grocery shopping is becoming weirder and weirder as the weeks pass. With food prices wildly swinging all over the map (mainly up, way up, but with the occasional “super-bargain!” thrown in as grocery stores try desperately to keep customers happy),
Before P.’s birthday, I showed you all my experiment in natural icing dyes and talked a bit about my feelings on the subject of making cool-looking cakes for the kids in the age of food dye awareness. I’m still not