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

We don’t often go out to eat. Whether it’s taking the whole family to a restaurant or getting a little “date night” time for me and J., a meal away from home is a relative rarity for the RRG clan.

Ever see those posts on Facebook where somebody says something like, “OMG…this is my EVERYTHING?” Maybe it’s just my friends, but it seems like “my everything” is the latest equivalent of “greatest thing ever” to hit the internet. I’m not

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

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 –

Why am I asking this question? It’s the night before Halloween. Surely there are more important things for me to be thinking about – especially since I have very little interest, generally, in “juicing.” I’ve tried it once or twice,

Sunday dinner is sort of a thing in our house. It’s not a tablecloth-and-wedding-china kind of thing, though years ago when J. and I were first married, I did make an effort to bring out the nicer stuff once a
Fried chicken is a quintessential picnic food, isn’t it? And yet….picnics make me think of summer (though a nice autumn picnic is nothing to sneeze at). Summer makes me think of heat, at least on a day like today, when
Seriously. You guys. It’s September. (Well, ALMOST.) And I never even posted the meal plan for August! I had one. You know I had one. I can’t function without a meal plan. But, well, AUGUST. It was a month of