Well hello, gorgeous! If you've got kids, I probably don't have to explain what "Parents Need to Eat Too" means. But I will anyway: I make food for grownups that also pleases even the earliest eaters (as in my cookbook, all the recipes here end with instructions for using what you've cooked as baby food). And that kid holding the artichoke up there is so stubborn I like to call him "non-nivorous," so you'll find plenty of picky-eater posts. (Even he is powerless in the face of The Best Homemade Chocolate Chip Cookies in the Entire World.) Poke around a bit, and if you like what you see maybe you'll subscribe to my newsletter or RSS feed. Or "like" me on Facebook. Or follow me on Twitter. So many options! Thanks for visiting. Did I mention how nice you look today?
Which of these school lunch challenges do you hate most? No matter what I pack in that lunchbox, my kid doesn’t eat it! Packing lunch makes our mornings even more stressful. It’s such a dull, relentless chore. Every. Weekday. All of the above. This time last year, I’d have picked d), no doubt about […]
Hanukkah ends tonight. We’ve eaten approximately eleventy million latkes, and Harry has opened nearly as many gifts. (If you dread stinking up the joint with latkes one more time, maybe you’ll do like me and make crispity crunchity smashed potatoes instead.) My birthday was yesterday, and to celebrate I stuffed my face at Pok Pok—more […]
Yeah, we’re having one of those. Again. We’ll be celebrating the holiday with a handful of other food writers and their families, so it’s bound to be impressive—but also unfamiliar to Harry and, I imagine, intimidating. I expect my child to eat almost nothing from the vast array food on offer. I’m not stressing about […]
Most of the time, breakfast around here is pretty routine: Cheerios + Fiber One for me (it’s fiber-riffic!), Kix for my husband (this, I will never understand), and a giant question mark for Harry. His morning preferences change between bites, it seems—for a while he liked Cheerios, then Rice Krispies, then Snackimals. Now that the […]
I like to think I’m pretty brave, even as I wade through the muck of my own psyche. But right now, one thing scares the potholders off me. Can you guess what? Here it is: The thing that scares me more than ebola. (Psst… I’m now a proud blogger for Mom.me!)