It’s wintertime now, truly and officially — not just on the calendar, but outside my door. Here in New England the mercury has barely cracked double digits the past couple of mornings. Our breath is visible. Our noses hurt when
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Yup. We’re still waiting for Spring. No, it’s not that I’m surprised (as a friend’s astute daughter said, “Of COURSE the groundhog thinks there are six more weeks of winter — the first day of Spring is March 21!”); it’s
Welcome to Rhode Island, where the RRG family is serving up the second course of our Food Revolution Day Progressive Dinner! I hope you’re not too stuffed after Billy’s delicious date appetizer to enjoy a little soup. I wish I
This is it, friends — the night on which I share with you my efforts to make dinner for less than $1 per person. In other words, dinner — a healthy, unprocessed, filling, hopefully delicious, and generally well-sourced — for
Lately, I feel like RRG has gotten a little heavy on the rants…a little light on the recipes. This is not a problem for me, a human being born with too many words to speak or write in a lifetime,
So…it’s official. My kids love Chicken Kiev, and they’re not quite so warm and fuzzy about borscht. It’s Backyardigans Week here in the RRG house — the week when I promised L. I’d make only dinners revolving around foods that
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
Every once in a while, I manage — in all the meal planning I do — to either completely mess myself up for the week, or make my life ridiculously easy. There are weeks when it just seems as though
Green Food. It’s a term that can strike terror into the hearts of parents everywhere; a color which, when on the plates of small children, appears to inspire loathing like no other color in the rainbow. Green food doesn’t tend
Yikes. Mondays. OK, more accurately: Yikes, today, which happens to be a Monday, and which fully lived up to the harried and vaguely menacing reputation of all Mondays. Not in every way; it was actually a fine, if unremarkable, day