Fridays as “fend nights” are not what they used to be. It used to be that on a “fend night,” I’d come home and help everybody figure out which leftovers they wanted. We’d heat things up, dish a little of
You’re surprised, right? I know it’s not quite the end of the month, but with a holiday weekend coming up, I figured this was the best time to post our meal plan for June. Who knows what the next several
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
This is a hard post to write. I debated doing it at all, but it’s on my mind, and as I’m sitting here trying to think about all the things that I could be writing, this is the one thing
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
L. has recently begun asking — no, begging — me to make borscht. No kidding. His favorite television show, since as long as I can remember, has been “The Backyardigans;” for those unfamiliar with it, it’s actually a pretty watchable
It’s later in the evening than I would like it to be, folks, and I still have much to do; so tonight’s post will be more of a round-up than a musing, I guess. We had much more pre-bed mayhem
I hear it all the time — people say it to me, it’s all over message boards and email threads, it’s woven into the dialogue of almost every parent who has small children. “I don’t want to raise picky eaters.”