Yesterday I was at a rehearsal for Listen to Your Mother: Providence – our last time running through the show before we perform it live on Saturday afternoon before a huge audience of screaming fans (okay, a few hundred likely
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On Friday, I shared this article on the RRG Facebook page. If you don’t have the time or the inclination to click the link and read through, it’s a NY Times piece about the things that have been found in
I’ve needed to take one of those occasional breaks that I think almost every writer really must have in order to stay passionate, or at least productive. I’d post at least once a day if this blog were the only
I’m not a super-techie person. (I know, I know – shocking given the pristine condition of my blog and my stunning photography. Groan.) I don’t even own a smartphone. Scratch that – I don’t even own a CAMERAPHONE. My 10-year-old
I could also have titled this post, “Damn, the holidays are expensive…” but I think the problem is deeper than that. I’m missing my farmer’s market. I’m missing it for obvious reasons – the camaraderie, the beautiful produce, the experience
Happy Halloween! I could get all philosophical about kids and treats tonight…or I could just post some fun Halloween-style recipes…or I could do what I always do on the last night of the month, which is share the new meal plan.
Boy, have I been busy — too busy to post, clearly. But don’t feel neglected, friends, because I haven’t forgotten you. One of the things on my agenda for the past week has been working on a little dinner party…for
I’m freshly back from a wonderful weekend adventure with 5-year-old L., and my mind is churning on — what else? — food politics. My fabulous firstborn and I took his first big train trip to New York City, to visit my
What happens when a person who is relatively ill-informed about food and its sources; who has grown up eating the American version of a “healthy” diet, meaning a glass of milk with dinner and a sensible, balanced plate of protein,
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