It’s here! It’s finally here! After one of the longest, most dramatic winters in recent memory (seriously, April? Nor’easters?), we have finally achieved something that sort of resembles Spring. There’s verifiable sunshine, temperatures have stayed warm enough for a long
Tag: Farmer’s Markets
Things that are predictable about March around here: There will be a random spate of busy weekends There will be a birthday (okay, a dual birthday — mine and P.’s) There will be a Saint Patrick’s Day dinner with my
Yeah, I know, it’s already well into July, so what am I doing posting the meal plan NOW? Well, I’ve been away for a bit. I had a business trip to tackle, two boys to ferry to my parents’ house
Recently, I had a complete privileged-white-lady moment when my beloved local Whole Foods delivery team stopped their grocery delivery service. (I KNOW, RIGHT? ADULTING IS HAAAARRRRD.) Yes, I know it’s whiny and self-indulgent to be brokenhearted about not getting your
I’m not even kidding. So much of this meal plan was created like this: Me: *frowns at notebook, tries to drink more coffee to jog mind, contemplates giving up and moving to a desert island with a good long book*
How arrogant of me, to call this pork “perfect.” How dare I be so bold? So smug? Few things in life are actually perfect, it’s true, and in all likelihood, this pork is no more perfect than I am –
Who loves veggies? I love veggies. I really do. In fact, with the exception of green bell peppers (which I believe to be an abomination against food), I can’t think of a single vegetable that I don’t enthusiastically enjoy. That’s
It’s the first day of July, and the house is too quiet. The boys are off on a week-long trip to Gramma and Grampa’s house while J. and I stay here in RI and slowly roast tardily install air conditioning
It’s here! It’s finally here! My beloved summer Farmer’s Market opens in just a little over a week, and I’m positively giddy about it (in case you couldn’t tell). Oh, I know it’s not going to have much to begin
Anybody who’s read this blog for more than half a post — or spoken to me in real life for more than 20 seconds — knows that I am a passionate and devoted Farmer’s Market shopper. Heck, indulging my inner