In just 19 days, my kids go back to school — 1st and 3rd grades this year. I know some of my readers in other parts of the country are already back (and to you I say, SORRY, every year
Tag: meal planning
July! Just when I was finally getting the hang of June…. The school year went incredibly fast. Too fast. I don’t know if it’s because it was my first year of freelancing (which is going MARVELOUSLY well, thanks so much
I’ve been asking a lot of the same rhetorical question lately: “What is WRONG with me?” Why did I think it would be a good idea to take a position on the production team for Listen To Your Mother Providence,
Happy Spring! Or maybe not. Spring in the Northeast is and always has been a fickle beast, but I’m not sure I remember too many other Marches that went out with as much “lion” still roaring as this one. Just
Okay, I admit it. Things have been really boring around here lately. If you’re a reader of mine, you’re probably not reading anymore, because there’s been nothing TO read. Yes. I’m hibernating. I’ve been taking a blogging break. It wasn’t
So, uh, it’s not quite the last day of the month yet, but there’s this thing called “Juno” apparently headed this way? And we might get crushed under the weight of one billion pounds of snow? OK, it probably won’t
I usually have some insights or observations to offer in preface to my meal plans. Even if it’s just a little reflection on the season, an anticipatory commentary on ingredients that are about to become available, or a half-hearted lament
We’ve completed our December pantry challenge! If you’re just getting up to speed, the quick recap of the concept is that each year, J. and I try to offset the costs of holiday shopping and baking by eating exclusively from
When is a meal plan not a meal plan? When you’re flying by the seat of your pants. When you’re planning NOT to plan. When you’re NOT SHOPPING. That’s when. I mentioned last month that our usual week or two
As my 8-year-old son L. would say, “I cannot…not…NOT…believe” that it is November already. There is something so special about this time of year. I know that sounds trite and a bit like I’m stating the obvious, but really –