The Birth of Parents Need to Eat Too
I feel a little narcissistic pointing out an interview with me, but Nona Brooklyn, a very cool site devoted to food in this here boro, did a little Q&A ...
Father’s Day’s A-Coming
No time to write a full-fledged review (though I plan to next week, after I return from BlogHer Food), but today is the on-sale date for ...
I Just Gave Birth, Then Sent the Baby Away
My hands are shaking.
I just hit āsendā on an email, which is not normally cause for excitement. But this email was to my book editor, and it contained the final ...
Williamsburg & Greenpoint Readers: Space Still Available in a Cool New CSA
I love the idea of a CSA. That’s Community Supported Agriculture, when individuals buy shares in a farm’s upcoming harvest. The notion is that you support the ...
Parenting, Picky, Picky, Quick Tips
Newsflash: Bribe Your Kids and They’ll Eat Vegetables
So says a recent study, in which children aged four to six were offered small rewards for eating a vegetable they’d said they didn’t like. After ...
New Class Starting May 24 at Caribou Baby: Parents Need to Eat Too
āUntil the Culinary Institute welcomes breastfeeding moms and toddler toys into the kitchen, this is the best cooking & camaraderie class youāll find in the 5 boroughs. It books FAST.ā ...
Oy, I’m a Socialvore!
Oy.
Such a good word, right? It pretty much covers everything going on in my life right now: Major book deadline, oy. This past weekend was 100% devoted ...
Baby Food, Books, Quick Suppers, Recommendations, Sides
Recipe: Lemon Salsa from The Lazy Gourmet
The Lazy Gourmet: Magnificent Meals Made Easyby Robin Donovan ...
Books, Misc, Picky, Picky, Recommendations
Guest Post: Meagan Francis on Happiness in the Kitchen
Yes, I’ve got two guest posts in a row. Sorry, but I warned you things were going to be a little light around here this month… ...
Dessert, Misc, Parenting, Recommendations, Snack
Zitnerās Butter Krak: Happy (Addictive) Easter!
Good morning, friends. Tomorrow is Easter, and if you’ve been reading here longer than, oh, 24 hours, you know it’s not my holiday. It is, however, my husband’s holiday, and ...