Last night provided the big rain storm we’d been hoping for, to test our fix-it man’s assertion that the ridonculous number of leaks in our kitchen had been fully ...
My currently-inaccessible cookbook collection
The wall on which my cookbook collection was nearly drowned. Water was running down the ...
It’s true.
Harry ate vegetables.
For fourteen straight days.
Do you understand how momentous this is? The kid’s been so challenging to feed for so long, I actually got ...
Last night’s dinner
I’ll let you in on a little secret: Sometimes, I use processed foods. Pretty much every day, in fact. Are ...
It’s Saturday night, and I had a cookie emergency.
By that, I mean that I’m at home on a Saturday night—what else is new—and I.need.cookies. But other ...
For Harry’s birthday last year, I discovered that fondant is no fundant. This year I discovered that it’s ridiculously difficult to make red frosting.
I knew Harry ...
I know, it doesn’t look like much. But trust me, you want to make this. I lost my bacon-cooking virginity to these sinfully seductive strips, and ...
So, let’s say that one day you, um, forget that your son’s preschool ends at 1:00 instead of the usual 2:30. Let’s say you get a ...
Before you start asking if I’m qualified to write a guide to fondant, considering that I only used it for the first time last week, let ...
Harry’s first hero: Bob the Builder. Second hero: Thomas the Tank Engine. Third: Handy Manny. (I won’t even get into how hard it was for me ...