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
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Yesterday, I had the interesting experience of reading a comment from a reader in the Netherlands, Line, who asked the following astute and provocative question: “I can’t help but wonder if the state of good food and nutrition, or rather
A few minutes ago, I got up from my desk and walked down the hallway, noticing that as I walked, a few stray Cheerios dropped out of my clothing and hit the floor. This is the kind of moment most
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,
I’ve been musing on something since I wrote the post on “Food Resolutions” — this question of accountability for our family’s choices. What, exactly, does it mean for me to be “accountable” for the way that J. and I are
I think I’ve mentioned before that P. is becoming a “dipper” at mealtimes. More accurately, these days, he’s becoming a condiment connoisseur — meaning that he very much enjoys having something on his plate which is intended as a dip,
I can’t help but snicker a little bit as I peruse the Facebook and Twitter feeds today; you’d think, from all the dire warnings and “emergency updates,” that the Northeast was expecting an apocalyptic hail of fire and brimstone instead
I can’t help it. I just can’t help it. Last Monday, I ranted a bit about “Worst Cooks in America.” You should understand that my disgust with the show is equally matched by my fascination, and thus, it’s growing into
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