In my first post about preserving summer produce, I mentioned veggie anxiety — that pervasive fear we all seem to suffer from, to one degree or another, when we start to feel as if there’s no possible way to take
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I want to keep things simple tonight. I know lots of you are already headed into the back to school madness – ack! – and are probably looking for the whats, wheres, whys, and hows of lunch and snacktime. I’ve
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
It’s not often you’ll see me talking about a specific product on this blog. After all, when you’re trying to eat pretty cleanly and in a way that’s accessible to everyone, you’re basically going to end up being more lured
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 bet some of you will be surprised to learn that J. and I took the boys out for dinner – -to an ice-cream place. Okay, so it was Pinkberry…the very Crunchy Hippie Intellectual foodie version of ice cream. But
Due to a small photo snafu, I’ve had to wait to deliver this final part of my three-post series on our Icelandic adventure. (If you haven’t read parts 1 and 2, you may want to get up to speed. If
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