Potato Skins Bar: Super Bowl Picky Eater Special
Yeah yeah yeah, my kid’s picky. Cry me a river, right? I’ve figured out exactly one trick that entices Harry to eat what I cook: Customization. My individual pot pies, food cooked in parchment paper packets, salad bars, lettuce wraps, and pizza all score big with the kid because I hand over the reins. I ...Keep Reading
Picky Eater Special: Individual Pot Pies
The picky thing, it gets worse. I suspect Harry’s getting bored with his extremely limited list of acceptable foods, because lately he’s balking at some of the most basic gimmes I’ve got. Trader Joe’s yogurt and frozen meatballs: gone. Three out of four acceptable flavors of Wallaby yogurt: nixed. Plain pasta and rice: nu-uh. ...Keep Reading
Less-Oil Latkes for a Crowd
Last night my family gathered for the annual Hanukkah latke-palooza, and I provided the star of the show. I’m focusing on Weight Watchers again, so on Saturday night I made a quadruple-batch of Less-Oil Latkes—Stephen, Harry and I feasted on some that night, and we shlepped the rest to Long Island for the shindig yesterday. ...Keep Reading
Don’t Call It a Smoothie: Triple-Berry Fruit Soup
My kid’s a freak. This probably isn’t news to you, since I write about his food weirdness all the time, but last night’s dinner request was a doozy. At the end of a 90-something-degree day, which we spent sweating at the kiddie amusement park inside Central Park, my darling boy wanted soup for dinner. Soup. ...Keep Reading
Quick Snack for One Recipe: Microwave Parmesan Potato Chips
My apartment is quiet. I am at a loss. We’re just coming off ten days of school vacation—which, combined with the very noisy, wolf-whistling roofers atop the building right outside my bedroom office window, made for extremely low productivity last week. Unless, of course, you count the trips to the Intrepid, the New York Hall ...Keep Reading
