As anyone who’s read this blog even occasionally or lackadaisically knows, I’m on a constant quest to feed my family better. (And if you’re new here, hi, let me sum it up for you: I’m B., and I have incurable
Tag: lunchboxes
Hot dogs. Yuck. Oh, I know. Everything in moderation, as is my major mission in the RRG house; and certainly, not all dogs are created equal. Just as we managed to find some utterly delicious, nitrate-free, un-junked-up pepperoni in the
Phew. I meant to be blogging all last week about our Backyardigans Dinner Adventures, but frankly…I just needed a break. Mentally. Emotionally. Physically, even. I’ve been WIPED OUT. So I had to take some unexpected time away from the blog and
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
I’m not such a big fan of being sneaky with kids’ food. I mean, okay, in general I’ve got no intellectual or moral issue with putting broccoli into the mac and cheese or sweet potatoes into the pancakes, or whatever
Every once in a while, I manage — in all the meal planning I do — to either completely mess myself up for the week, or make my life ridiculously easy. There are weeks when it just seems as though
Yikes. Mondays. OK, more accurately: Yikes, today, which happens to be a Monday, and which fully lived up to the harried and vaguely menacing reputation of all Mondays. Not in every way; it was actually a fine, if unremarkable, day
Oh, time…that precious commodity that so few parents actually recognize anymore as a part of daily life. For the past two days, I’ve been involved in a relatively lengthy comment thread on Facebook, wherein my best friend, C., kicked things