I constructed this meal plan while on the 5-hour flight to Iceland; I had assumed it would take me a little while, but in fact, it pulled itself together in a flash. My friend B.W. was peeking over my shoulder
Tag: Household organization
When I left you last night, I promised there would be news of chickens, fermented shark, and our collective expansion of our personal comfort zones. I suppose I ought to start with the chickens. On the morning of our
I may have been away for a while — okay, QUITE a while; longer than I’ve ever left this blog unattended before — but it was for a good reason. That photo was taken in ICELAND. By ME. And it
The cat, I suppose, is me. J. and I are TAKING A VACATION. I’ll pause sufficiently for the collective gasp. This will be the first actual, bona fide, grown-ups-going-somewhere-awesome-for-a-period-of-time-just-for-the-hell-of-it vacation that we have taken since our honeymoon. We have neither
It’s time for a reprieve. After six weeks of experimenting with a gluten and casein-free diet for L., we’re in the “rechallenge” phase. Gradually and carefully, J. and I are adding wheat products and dairy products back into his meals,
Welcome to Rhode Island, where the RRG family is serving up the second course of our Food Revolution Day Progressive Dinner! I hope you’re not too stuffed after Billy’s delicious date appetizer to enjoy a little soup. I wish I
Sometimes making lots of different recipes all the time has its drawbacks. For one thing, when my kids were super-little (not that 3 and 5 are ripe old ages, but you get my meaning), my mother remarked once or twice
Note: This is installment #4 in the “Fridge to Fork” series. Here are installments #1, #2, and #3 for those who may want to read a matched set. Since at the moment, we’re fully entrenched in a gluten and casein
It’s that time again, friends — monthly meal plan time. I was afraid this month’s plan, since it encompasses a significant portion of our 6-week GF/CF challenge with L., would be ridiculously challenging for me to write. I actually procrastinated
“No bread?” my father inquired, half-facetiously. “No milk? No Velveeta? But these things are the staffs of life!” Dad’s theories about the various foodstuffs that may, at any given time, be considered “a staff of life” are a running family