I can’t help it. I just can’t help it. Last Monday, I ranted a bit about “Worst Cooks in America.” You should understand that my disgust with the show is equally matched by my fascination, and thus, it’s growing into
The first week of the New Year is officially at an end. I feel both drained and triumphant; I’ve devoted myself to some small things this week at home that are going well, for which I’ll pat myself on the
Thanks, Food Network, for both shattering my confidence in my fellow human beings, and providing me with sheer locavore foodie titillation. J. and I returned home with our boys on Saturday evening, after spending a little more than a week
It’s the holiday season, people, and with T-minus two days to go before the festivities begin in earnest (Christmas Eve is a huge deal in our family, what with the smorgasbord and all), I’m keeping things as easy as possible.
It’s not cold here in the Northeast, the way it should be on December 1; no, it’s warm-ish, nearly 60 degrees, and disappointingly unseasonal. But it’s blustery and rainy and stormy outside, so it’s still a good day for a
Those who are intimately familiar with my meal plans know that Friday is Fend Night in my house. “Fend” is a term coined by my mother years ago, when I was a kid — it means that every member of
You probably realize, if you read this blog regularly, that I am a big fan of my Sunday Roast Chicken. In fact, my respect for this particular menu item is at the level of Why-Don’t-You-Just-Kiss-It-And-Marry-It-Already. I already make sure it
As a follow-up to yesterday’s post, I think it’s high time I started illustrating the point that if you can figure out how to creatively invent and re-invent in the kitchen, not only does the whole Getting Everybody Fed thing
I was going to write about something totally different today, but when I went to moderate the Comments board this morning there was an excellent question from reader Nina that got my wheels turning in a whole different direction. Nina