Category: Feeding kids

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

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Happy Food Revolution Day 2014!  As I have in years past, I’m teaming up with a group of fellow food bloggers to celebrate this day with a communal project.  The amazing people at the Jamie Oliver Food Foundation got in

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Longtime readers often joke with me about the little carnivores I’m raising — L., in particular, is a lover of eating anything that at one time had a face.  It’s true that while I enjoy eating vegetarian meals, it’s not

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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

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How we’ve worked through the “Eat more, eat less, eat now” struggles to have a peaceful family dinner. Raising kids is a big old umbrella term.  You think it’s one thing, but it’s not.  It’s a lot of little things:

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Need a quick reference with the most vital information?  Check out my free download, The Dye-Free Disney Guide. Just a few weeks ago, our family went to Disney World for a short vacation.  It was the boys’ first time there,

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I’m just going to be honest here: The more locally and seasonally you eat, the more the end of winter kind of drags. At least, that’s true for me.  Don’t get me wrong – I love not buying Evil Winter

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It’s January. It’s a new year.  It’s time for a change. Well, maybe not so much a change as a tweak.  I don’t do cleanses, detoxing, juice fasts, or anything like that.  I just try to listen to my body,

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Recently, I’ve struggled with the decision to say something about two links that have been circulating pretty widely around the old interwebs: This one, about a mom who was sent home a note from her kid’s preschool reminding her that

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Late in his life, my grandfather was diagnosed with celiac disease.  He took the news, and the subsequent dietary adjustment, quite well for someone who’d been eating wheat for sixty-odd years.  I rarely, if ever, heard him complain about it. 

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