Those who are intimately familiar with my meal plans know that Friday is Fend Night in my house. “Fend” is a term coined by my mother years ago, when I was a kid — it means that every member of
Fooled you. You figured I was going to talk about food additives, right? Scary substances, processed ingredients, stuff that goes into our food supply and gets fed to our kids and shouldn’t, really, because we don’t actually know what it
Any musical theatre geeks among you are now singing to yourselves; I’m particularly gratified by the mental image of those select few who are actually going “bum bada dum bum bum, Tradition!” along with me. But I digress. As much
You probably realize, if you read this blog regularly, that I am a big fan of my Sunday Roast Chicken. In fact, my respect for this particular menu item is at the level of Why-Don’t-You-Just-Kiss-It-And-Marry-It-Already. I already make sure it
I’m back. Some of you no doubt noticed my absence over the past few days — J. and I were taking a little “mini-break,” to paraphrase Bridget Jones. In other words, we decided that after over four years without a
As a follow-up to yesterday’s post, I think it’s high time I started illustrating the point that if you can figure out how to creatively invent and re-invent in the kitchen, not only does the whole Getting Everybody Fed thing
I was going to write about something totally different today, but when I went to moderate the Comments board this morning there was an excellent question from reader Nina that got my wheels turning in a whole different direction. Nina
Not to get all churchy on people, or anything — this is a completely nonreligious, ecumenical blog — but yesterday the visiting pastor at our church had some words of wisdom during the Children’s Moment that I think are worth
The other day I asked, in the post “What’s an Uber-Mom to Do?”, what the correct response to the school Halloween party (sorry, “Fall Celebration”) might be given the fact that the menu was not designed well for my particular
Oh, the world is full of slippery slopes, when you start really thinking about food and kids and trying to stand by your principles and all of that. Bettina of The Lunch Tray yesterday referred to me as an “Uber-Mom,”