I’m a little choked up this morning, so forgive me — today is the first time that the “First Day of School” has meant anything in our little household. Although we walked through the doors of the same building that
Tag: food
I have a lot of cookbooks. In the built-in bookshelves in our living room, there’s a shelf crammed with Nigella Lawson, Tyler Florence, Giada DeLaurentiis, Ina Garten, and more. I love them; I love reading them, looking at the pictures,
It’s the last day of August (already? How’d that happen?), so it’s time, I guess, to unveil the plan for September. But before I do, I’ve got to make note of one or two things and make good on a
Red, Round, or Green is officially one month old! It’s funny how fast the month has gone, and yet, how I feel that I’ve been writing this blog forever. Maybe it’s just because what happens on this blog is so
One of the things that I love about having a meal plan is that when life gets all wonky and hectic, like it has this week, the plan is still there, patiently waiting for me to follow its magical little
I’m so excited about my lunch today. Actually, I’m so excited about everyone’s lunches today. But mainly mine, because it’s leftovers of last night’s dinner, and I loved last night’s dinner. We had something for which I cannot take credit
I promised yesterday that I’d get back to practical things here on the blog, and that means returning to our mini-series on Old Standards and New Favorites. It’s good to get back to sanity this morning, because quite frankly, I’m
With the family in town over the weekend, food became an adventure in more ways than one. My sister, D., is heading off to live in Athens for a year (yes, that’s Athens, Greece), a topic of discussion which is
I’m feeling a little off-balance today, not in a bad way, but in that “I’ve got houseguests” kind of way. It’s a mixture of happiness that they’re here, appreciation for their help, relief that my boys get to go on
So my family’s coming into town for a weekend visit, and as usual, I’m stressing just a bit. Don’t get me wrong — I LOVE my parents. As previously discussed on this blog, I also love my sister, D., who