It’s hard to meal plan for December. Not impossible, but harder than it should be. With the big Christmas/New Year’s celebrations happening at the end of the month, there’s effectively a full week — at least in our lives —
It’s a festive day. I woke up to a house that still smelled like turkey from yesterday’s roasting of the Preschool feast, and better yet, I could bask in the assurance that said turkey was actually DONE, turned out well,
I made it with my own two little hands. It’s in the oven right now, roasting, so I sadly cannot tell you — yet — whether or not it turned out well. But it’s a Thanksgiving turkey, and it’s in
Sometimes it’s easy, in this Red, Round, or Green World, to be a little too idyllic, or a little too self-righteous, or a little too absorbed. Sometimes it’s easy to fall into the trap of letting other people think that
Those who are intimately familiar with my meal plans know that Friday is Fend Night in my house. “Fend” is a term coined by my mother years ago, when I was a kid — it means that every member of
What’s this? Thanksgiving cookies? No, no, no. Thanksgiving isn’t about cookies, you say. It’s about pies. And lots of ’em. I agree. Thanksgiving, in strictly traditional, American terms, is dedicated to the pursuit of turkey, stuffing, and as many varieties
Fooled you. You figured I was going to talk about food additives, right? Scary substances, processed ingredients, stuff that goes into our food supply and gets fed to our kids and shouldn’t, really, because we don’t actually know what it
To all who read and commented on my last post, thanks. I appreciate the fact that your comments were supportive; I liked feeling that I was not alone in my puzzlement over the sugar situation; and I’m so glad that
I can’t be the only one who’s been thinking about the Sarah Palin incident. Nope, not the “Russia from my house” thing, and not the shooting moose from a helicopter to make chili thing, and not the quitting-governor-before-the-term-limit thing either…those
