Here I sit at my computer on the first evening of the month of December, and I’ve neglected to post a meal plan yet! The time, it has been getting away from me lately. I’m not even sure my proverbial candle
Tag: Household organization
Another Thanksgiving has come and gone, and I didn’t even write a thankful post. I meant to, I really did, but…you know. Life. And all that. As it happens, though, I’m sort of glad that I didn’t get a chance
A few years ago, J. and I came to the realization that at least for the foreseeable future, we were not going to be the architects of our own Thanksgiving experiences. We spend each Thanksgiving with his folks and, if
J. and I only made the switch to organic dairy about six months or so ago. I know, I know – I want to ask myself what took us so long, too. But then I remember that we’ve been buffeted
Happy Halloween! I could get all philosophical about kids and treats tonight…or I could just post some fun Halloween-style recipes…or I could do what I always do on the last night of the month, which is share the new meal plan.
This is it, friends — the night on which I share with you my efforts to make dinner for less than $1 per person. In other words, dinner — a healthy, unprocessed, filling, hopefully delicious, and generally well-sourced — for
I’m impossibly busy tonight, so unfortunately, I have to rush through this post (as much as I’d like to do anything BUT rush). I’ve got tons of cooking going on! Oh, I know — this is ME we’re talking about.
Last night was the last of the $3 per person dinner nights in our house, but I don’t have a photo to share with you. Sorry, but I couldn’t photograph that meal…because it all fell apart. Literally. Our evening was
Dinner for $3 a person is much easier, I think, than it seemed like it would be. I may be resting on my laurels a bit, since we’re not quite done with the 3-for-$3 challenge week, but I haven’t felt
If you want to get a recalcitrant toddler to eat his spinach, apparently, make it seem like pizza. At least, that’s the rule of the week in our house, as P. continues his strike against anything green (we’re on about