I’ve got a brain full of organized posts to write, but tonight is not the night for that. No, tonight is the night for deep breaths, headlong plunges into the fall routine, and sharing the bits and pieces of clutter
Category: Meal planning
Sorry, sorry, sorry. For those who don’t know or don’t remember where I’m from…my home base is the lovely little state of Rhode Island, which just got smacked firmly with the effects of Hurricane Irene. Our home is actually fine —
Earlier this week I wrote about my very simple lunchbox rule: just provide more than two opportunities for them to make good choices, and the rest will take care of itself. However, that rule is not, in and of itself,
Lately, I feel like RRG has gotten a little heavy on the rants…a little light on the recipes. This is not a problem for me, a human being born with too many words to speak or write in a lifetime,
It’s my blogaversary! I can’t believe it, but exactly one year ago, I published the very first post here on Red, Round, or Green. So much has changed in my life since those beginning words that it’s hard to even
Farmer’s Market Haul, July 9 This is Saturday’s Farmer’s Market Haul. One of the best feelings in the world has got to be hearing a little voice insist, “I go to the Farmer’s Market, too, Mom!” P. was more than
It officially feels like summer now (in case you haven’t been able to tell from my posts this week). We’re heading into July, and the weather has been balmy — heck, even downright humid and sticky, some days, which is
Beet and Corn Panzanella Know what that is? It’s a beet panzanella. And it’s now officially one of my new favorite reasons to love summertime. A while back, some friends on Facebook (where else?) were talking about recipes, and somebody
It seems like many people are really responding to hearing about my friend “Babs,” whose family is undergoing a gradual improvement in their eating habits, and for whom I’m offering some support and advice in navigating the process. Although I
Fridays as “fend nights” are not what they used to be. It used to be that on a “fend night,” I’d come home and help everybody figure out which leftovers they wanted. We’d heat things up, dish a little of