Last night, things in our house went just about the same way they always do on a hectic weeknight. Nearly-4-year-old L. perched on a bar stool in the kitchen, helping me knead, stretch, and pound balls of pizza dough into
Tag: food
I wasn’t necessarily going to use this blog as a place to post things like meal plans, but I’ve heard some reactions to the confessions of geekdom with which I kicked off this whole project which lead me to believe
L.’s preschool has recently begun something that tugs at both sides of my mommy conscience (mom-science?) — the Friday pizza party. Well, maybe “party” is a bit of a stretch. As far as I know, they order pizza from the