(Before we even get started I feel I must apologize for that picture. Personally, I hate rare meatāI think I must be a latent ...
Iām a big believer in authenticity. Stephen and I (and now Harry) will trek far and wide for a real taste of a particular kind of ...
Yesterday was a momentous day for me: At 9:30 in the morning, my doorbell started ringing. In walked a parade (a short parade, but a parade ...
Itās 6:05. Stephenās got Harry at the playground while Iām frantically working against tomorrowās deadline. Itās alsoāfinallyāthe official end of Passover. Harryās constant refrain from the ...
Lately Iāve been thinking a lot about parenthood. The challenges of it, the responsibilities that come with it, and the rewards that make me forget all ...
My dear, dear readers, I’ve had a brainstorm. This morning I taught a cooking class, for the moms group from Harry’s preschool, and I had a blast. I’m pretty sure ...
Hereās another of our slow-cooker favorites, one I forgot to mention the other day. We got hooked on black beans at Mamalu, a kids-oriented cafĆ© ...
Taptaptapā¦ Is anybody still out there? I know, I know, Iām a sorry excuse for a blogger.
So life is pretty good around here, ...
So, yeah.
Harryās over four months old and Iām still cooking only the simplest, most basic, most reliable things. Things I know are good. Things I ...
I woke up shivering this morning, and smiled. Overnight, fall had arrived. I snuggled up against my husband, pulled the covers up to my shoulders, and ...
