Okay, I admit it. Things have been really boring around here lately. If you’re a reader of mine, you’re probably not reading anymore, because there’s been nothing TO read. Yes. I’m hibernating. I’ve been taking a blogging break. It wasn’t
Tag: weeknight dinners
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
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 –
No, really, the heat is on. Or it could have been, but I restrained myself from touching the dial. It is COLD today in Rhode Island. Funny how this happens almost every year, and yet I’m never really quite prepared
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
When I was a kid, I remember eating these chicken sandwiches at some restaurant — I don’t know for sure where it was, but I think it was probably the country club where my parents played golf. (Yeah, I’m a
It’s the first day of July, and the house is too quiet. The boys are off on a week-long trip to Gramma and Grampa’s house while J. and I stay here in RI and slowly roast tardily install air conditioning