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.”
Grocery shopping is becoming weirder and weirder as the weeks pass. With food prices wildly swinging all over the map (mainly up, way up, but with the occasional “super-bargain!” thrown in as grocery stores try desperately to keep customers happy),
Today was a pretty good day in the realm of food reform — the FDA began two days of hearings to investigate the possible link between artificial food dyes and behavioral problems in children, such as ADHD. While the UK
I know I’ve said it before, but…kids eat what they’re used to eating. When we use terms like “kid-friendly” to describe foods and eating habits, what we’re really saying is usually “fried,” “bland,” “breaded,” or “sweetened.” There’s a rampant misconception
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
Cabbage and Spinach Frosting…yum, yum. P.’s got a birthday coming up. (For that matter, so have I…he and I share our special day, which usually means that I just about forget it’s my birthday altogether until somebody reminds me, because
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
A concept I have long understood, but don’t utilize nearly often enough, is the idea of double-duty food. By double-duty, I mean ingredients — or sometimes, even whole recipes — that can be worked with at least twice in the
This week on RRG has been all about the family dinner — its rewards, its challenges, and how I strategize to be able to pull off a homecooked meal every night of the week without going insane. I feel like
Miss me? Sorry, readers. I know I’ve been sporadic lately about posting. Last week was a doozy that culminated in P. getting very, very sick with a respiratory infection; believe me when I tell you that trying to manage all