My sister, D., and I have a long-standing joke between us, knocked off from both “The Simpsons” and popular culture at large; whenever something happens in life that baffles us completely, we tend to say “Who put who in the
Tag: Household organization
Yes, you read that right. Running. With Noodles. This is either a fun (for L.) new dinner game, or the title of a Kevin Costner film rejected by the studios. You be the judge. Running With Noodles falls under the
I have a confession to make: I think I’m starting to enjoy beginning my week with “Worst Cooks in America” and a Kid’s Meal Makeover. The show itself is getting a little more palatable (bah-dum bum…no pun intended there, folks).
In a recent post, I asked about ideas that would help me in my quest to be more accountable for the family’s food decisions in 2011. Among the excellent suggestions I received was an intriguing thought from reader Deidre about
A few minutes ago, I got up from my desk and walked down the hallway, noticing that as I walked, a few stray Cheerios dropped out of my clothing and hit the floor. This is the kind of moment most
No rant this week, ladies and gentlemen. Yes, it’s Monday, and yes, that means that it’s time for my now-weekly WTF??? moment regarding that ever-mindblowing phenomenon of pop culture, “Worst Cooks in America.” But I have to say, last night’s
Get your kids in the kitchen, and they will be better eaters. Have them make something with you, and they’re more likely to try it. How many times have we all heard those, and similar mantras, before? I, for one,
I’ve been musing on something since I wrote the post on “Food Resolutions” — this question of accountability for our family’s choices. What, exactly, does it mean for me to be “accountable” for the way that J. and I are
I can’t help but snicker a little bit as I peruse the Facebook and Twitter feeds today; you’d think, from all the dire warnings and “emergency updates,” that the Northeast was expecting an apocalyptic hail of fire and brimstone instead
I can’t help it. I just can’t help it. Last Monday, I ranted a bit about “Worst Cooks in America.” You should understand that my disgust with the show is equally matched by my fascination, and thus, it’s growing into