I’m a bundle of nerves. Tomorrow morning, L. and I are going to his brand-new school for a half-day orientation. It’s the start of kindergarten. It’s a BIG DEAL. I know what he’s wearing – his school will require a
Category: Meal planning
TOMATOES. Let’s be honest, kids. We’re all just in this summer produce thing for the tomatoes, right? There’s an unmistakable difference between ANY fresh, in-season produce, and its evil doppelganger, the out-of-season grocery-store version. However, I know I can’t be
Welcome to Week Two of our Menu Mondays Lunchbox series! By now, if your kids are not actually back at school yet, the day must be drawing very, very near. I know L.’s practically too excited to sleep these days,
Forgive me…that old art song, “The Last Rose of Summer,” is drifting through my head. I’m taking a minute to get the meal plan posted for you all, and in that minute I’m breathing, and that makes me realize that
The other day, I got a slightly anxious message from my best friend, C.: “You need to call me because I am DROWNING IN PRODUCE.” A phone call later, I was able to easily diagnose C.’s problem. She’s suffering from
You know what’s great? Having wonderful houseguests. You know what stinks? Having wonderful houseguests leave. We recently had the pleasure of opening our guest room (read: totally unswanky ½ of a finished attic, in which we plunked two beds) to
I’m going to say this really fast, and then we can all forget I said it, okay? Ireallylovemymom’spotatosaladanddeviledeggsandtheyaremadewithMiracleWhip. I can’t help it. I positively HATE mayonnaise, and I’m really no bigger fan of Miracle Whip than I am of mayo
Wow, look what happens when I leave the country! While J. and I were in Iceland, our first tomatoes began to form in our incredibly neglected, novice backyard garden; L. lost his first tooth and learned how to swim; and
I constructed this meal plan while on the 5-hour flight to Iceland; I had assumed it would take me a little while, but in fact, it pulled itself together in a flash. My friend B.W. was peeking over my shoulder