It occurs to me that I haven’t much talked about breakfast at our house. I assume that regular readers have made a few cognitive leaps by now and connected at least the following dots regarding the morning meal in RRG
All I can think this morning is: God bless you, Slow Cooker. Seriously. This weekend would have been food mayhem if it were not for the magical gift to humankind that is the slow cooker. I’ve had mine for not
I must confess: I screwed up with the lunch thing this week. Truly, monumentally screwed it up. It’s not that I screwed up in the sense that my kids haven’t had decent lunches. They’ve been okay. But I screwed up
Some of you faithful readers may recall that I’ve mentioned my choral rehearsals, which happen on Tuesday nights. Yes, I work full-time, have two kids, and sing with a pretty serious choral group, among other things. Yes, I’m insane. But
Two things happened yesterday in my kitchen that are worth blogging about today, I think. One is the easier/less complex of the two: after giving you all a glimpse into the weekend schedule at the RRG household, in an attempt
Since I started this blog, the most common question I get from people is: “How in the world do you have time to get everything done?” I usually sort of feint and parry and demur a bit — I hardly
My kids are food snobs, I think. Or maybe I should amend that to: L. is becoming a food snob, and P. is either a super-discriminating gourmet, or just thinks it’s funnier to watch my expression when he eats scraps
Whenever you spend time with good friends, I think, there’s an unwritten rule of the universe that dictates that you will think about those people continually for the following several days. I know that’s certainly been the case with me;
I just got finished reading a (relatively vapid, not-so-scientific, largely subjective, fluffy) piece about how I might, according to the article, be “happier than I think.” It proceeded to list a number of “carefully studied” factors that apparently contribute to
Yesterday’s post caught you all up on the dramatic goings-on in the RRG house these days — in short, we took L. to the pediatrician because we suspected some problems, and the brief rundown of the result is: 1) She