After a brief hiatus from the topic of “how others perceive the way the Red, Round or Green family eats,” I’m back on track today. I said I’d talk at some point about how people outside of our extended families
Tag: cooking
Some of you faithful readers may recall that I’ve mentioned my choral rehearsals, which happen on Tuesday nights. Yes, I work full-time, have two kids, and sing with a pretty serious choral group, among other things. Yes, I’m insane. But
An astute reader asked me recently what other people in our lives think about the way our family eats. She commented that when she’s at work, even if her lunch is no more radical than, say, some homemade hummus, other
If you check the “Drinking the Kool-Aid” page on this blog with any regularity, you know that I use it as a place to simply post interesting things to read with regard to kids and food. Today I’ve posted something
Two things happened yesterday in my kitchen that are worth blogging about today, I think. One is the easier/less complex of the two: after giving you all a glimpse into the weekend schedule at the RRG household, in an attempt
Since I started this blog, the most common question I get from people is: “How in the world do you have time to get everything done?” I usually sort of feint and parry and demur a bit — I hardly
Toddlers, oy! That’s all I can think when I reflect on the events of last night’s dinner at our house. I keep shaking my head, both in disbelief and in fits of self-doubt, as I recall exactly how things unfolded
My kids are food snobs, I think. Or maybe I should amend that to: L. is becoming a food snob, and P. is either a super-discriminating gourmet, or just thinks it’s funnier to watch my expression when he eats scraps
Whenever you spend time with good friends, I think, there’s an unwritten rule of the universe that dictates that you will think about those people continually for the following several days. I know that’s certainly been the case with me;
I just got finished reading a (relatively vapid, not-so-scientific, largely subjective, fluffy) piece about how I might, according to the article, be “happier than I think.” It proceeded to list a number of “carefully studied” factors that apparently contribute to