I owe you all TWO FULL WEEKS of food waste reporting. Sorry about that — I have been keeping track, as promised, and I haven’t forgotten that I need to publish the results for weeks 3 and 4. It’s just
February in New England is a pretty hit-and-miss month. The weather can be anywhere on the spectrum from downright horrible to (as it is now) unseasonably warm, and rarely does it settle right in that sweet spot of picturesque, snow-covered
Well. Knock me over with a feather. It’s week two of cataloging publicly the entirety of the food waste situation in our home, and I was certain that we were going to end up with far more waste than we
This is the second installment in my new “Fridge to Fork” series, in which I attempt to show how easily — and with how few ingredients — an appealing and relatively unprocessed family dinner can come together. This meal is
I’m not a super-techie person. (I know, I know – shocking given the pristine condition of my blog and my stunning photography. Groan.) I don’t even own a smartphone. Scratch that – I don’t even own a CAMERAPHONE. My 10-year-old
Last night, several blog readers joined me over at the RRG Facebook page for a live chat during the Food Network’s presentation of a new special, “The Big Waste.” It was, as you’d expect, a show about the appalling amount
This week, I’ve seen a number of bloggers and websites talking about a new cookbook in which the author basically does exactly the opposite of what you’d think a cookbook author would do: she tells people to forget about recipes.
I like New Year’s. I don’t like it because of the parties — truthfully, J. and I usually do very little to celebrate, and this year we did even less than we ordinarily might. I don’t like it because of
L. has a quirky habit — okay, he has lots of quirky habits, but I’m only planning to address one in particular tonight. We’ll leave the fact that he bites his toenails for another day. He is the master of
I could also have titled this post, “Damn, the holidays are expensive…” but I think the problem is deeper than that. I’m missing my farmer’s market. I’m missing it for obvious reasons – the camaraderie, the beautiful produce, the experience