When it comes to feeding our children, I’d say we parents are probably more invested than many people think we are. Most parents I know say they’re concerned about feeding their kids well; most of them say they’d like to
Oh dear. I thought after yesterday’s post about the oven with the chicken nugget setting, I’d be done with talking about food and apocalypse for the time being. But as usual, something caught my attention and I just can’t bear to
The picture at the left is tonight’s dinner — the promised Corned Beef Hash, made with the leftovers from our slow cooker meal of Tuesday evening. It turned out great, with all the elements I really appreciate in a hash
This week on RRG has been all about the family dinner — its rewards, its challenges, and how I strategize to be able to pull off a homecooked meal every night of the week without going insane. I feel like
I confess I’m uninspired today. Tired, burned out, and hastily trying to cram a post in between other important stuff that should (at least by other people’s standards) be priorities. I’ve been searching aimlessly all day for the one thing
I had the *ahem* “pleasure” of reading a rather incendiary, very insulting, and apparently quite flawed piece of research yesterday, which suggested that the childhood obesity crisis can be blamed on…working mothers. Yes, you read that right. Not screen time,
I am! I am! I grew up in a household where football was sacred; spending my early childhood in Buffalo, NY — the home of some of the most devoted football fans in the world, thank you very much —
Yesterday was a snow day here in Rhode Island (surprise, surprise! Hello, Winter of 2011), and I was home with the boys all day. After digging us out from another 8-10 inches of snow, J. had to go in to
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).