As my 8-year-old son L. would say, “I cannot…not…NOT…believe” that it is November already. There is something so special about this time of year. I know that sounds trite and a bit like I’m stating the obvious, but really –
Category: Cooking
Why am I asking this question? It’s the night before Halloween. Surely there are more important things for me to be thinking about – especially since I have very little interest, generally, in “juicing.” I’ve tried it once or twice,
Sunday dinner is sort of a thing in our house. It’s not a tablecloth-and-wedding-china kind of thing, though years ago when J. and I were first married, I did make an effort to bring out the nicer stuff once a
No, really, the heat is on. Or it could have been, but I restrained myself from touching the dial. It is COLD today in Rhode Island. Funny how this happens almost every year, and yet I’m never really quite prepared
Fried chicken is a quintessential picnic food, isn’t it? And yet….picnics make me think of summer (though a nice autumn picnic is nothing to sneeze at). Summer makes me think of heat, at least on a day like today, when
When I was a kid, I remember eating these chicken sandwiches at some restaurant — I don’t know for sure where it was, but I think it was probably the country club where my parents played golf. (Yeah, I’m a
Say it with me, friends: Bibimbap. Bibimbap. Bibimbap. Or, as my kids so charmingly suggested, “Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo?” It doesn’t really matter what you call it. This meatless wonder of a meal was a completely unexpected hit with the whole family, and
Cupcakes? For Easter? Have I lost my mind? I know. We’re all in the midst of some sort of moral dilemma at this time of year — much like Halloween, and Valentine’s Day, and all the other holidays and special
Do you ever have those nights where you get home and can barely even think about making dinner? Work was stressful, the commute had you white-knuckling the steering wheel, the kids are crazed, there’s homework to be supervised and pets
Yup. We’re still waiting for Spring. No, it’s not that I’m surprised (as a friend’s astute daughter said, “Of COURSE the groundhog thinks there are six more weeks of winter — the first day of Spring is March 21!”); it’s