We don’t often go out to eat. Whether it’s taking the whole family to a restaurant or getting a little “date night” time for me and J., a meal away from home is a relative rarity for the RRG clan.

Ever see those posts on Facebook where somebody says something like, “OMG…this is my EVERYTHING?” Maybe it’s just my friends, but it seems like “my everything” is the latest equivalent of “greatest thing ever” to hit the internet. I’m not

I usually have some insights or observations to offer in preface to my meal plans. Even if it’s just a little reflection on the season, an anticipatory commentary on ingredients that are about to become available, or a half-hearted lament
We’ve completed our December pantry challenge! If you’re just getting up to speed, the quick recap of the concept is that each year, J. and I try to offset the costs of holiday shopping and baking by eating exclusively from
When is a meal plan not a meal plan? When you’re flying by the seat of your pants. When you’re planning NOT to plan. When you’re NOT SHOPPING. That’s when. I mentioned last month that our usual week or two

As my 8-year-old son L. would say, “I cannot…not…NOT…believe” that it is November already. There is something so special about this time of year. I know that sounds trite and a bit like I’m stating the obvious, but really –

Sunday dinner is sort of a thing in our house. It’s not a tablecloth-and-wedding-china kind of thing, though years ago when J. and I were first married, I did make an effort to bring out the nicer stuff once a
No, really, the heat is on. Or it could have been, but I restrained myself from touching the dial. It is COLD today in Rhode Island. Funny how this happens almost every year, and yet I’m never really quite prepared
Today I had ample opportunity to think about the things that matter. Yesterday felt like The Day of Crap News About Feeding Families. There was the ongoing internet dust-up over whether home cooking and family dinner really are soul-sucking drudgery
Fried chicken is a quintessential picnic food, isn’t it? And yet….picnics make me think of summer (though a nice autumn picnic is nothing to sneeze at). Summer makes me think of heat, at least on a day like today, when