You know you’re a food geek when you experience a sense of relief mixed with jubilation upon discovering that the Food Network has moved “Worst Cooks in America” to 10 p.m. on the night of the Super Bowl. Either that,
Category: Meal planning
I am! I am! I grew up in a household where football was sacred; spending my early childhood in Buffalo, NY — the home of some of the most devoted football fans in the world, thank you very much —
Oh, time…that precious commodity that so few parents actually recognize anymore as a part of daily life. For the past two days, I’ve been involved in a relatively lengthy comment thread on Facebook, wherein my best friend, C., kicked things
It’s been the oddest winter in so many ways, with the insane snow and ice here in RI among the least of my concerns. It seems like everywhere I turn these days, there’s bad news or strange news or just
For those who are hoping for my now-weekly “Worst Cooks” post and Kids’ Meal Makeover, I apologize — I’ll be writing that post tomorrow, because although today is Monday, it’s also the last day of the month, which means I’ve
My sister, D., and I have a long-standing joke between us, knocked off from both “The Simpsons” and popular culture at large; whenever something happens in life that baffles us completely, we tend to say “Who put who in the
In a recent post, I asked about ideas that would help me in my quest to be more accountable for the family’s food decisions in 2011. Among the excellent suggestions I received was an intriguing thought from reader Deidre about
No rant this week, ladies and gentlemen. Yes, it’s Monday, and yes, that means that it’s time for my now-weekly WTF??? moment regarding that ever-mindblowing phenomenon of pop culture, “Worst Cooks in America.” But I have to say, last night’s
Get your kids in the kitchen, and they will be better eaters. Have them make something with you, and they’re more likely to try it. How many times have we all heard those, and similar mantras, before? I, for one,
The first week of the New Year is officially at an end. I feel both drained and triumphant; I’ve devoted myself to some small things this week at home that are going well, for which I’ll pat myself on the