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 ...
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Saturday was shaping up to be a busy day around here—we had a birthday party to attend in the afternoon and a wedding that night, plus Stephen ...
According to Slashfood, it’s National Chocolate Day. Huh. I had no idea. But perhaps that explains why I’ve been pretty much mainlining the stuff all ...
In the early days of Words to Eat By, I blogged about Kasha Varnishkes as my Madeleines, the food that brings long-forgotten memories rushing ...
Now that my blogging seems to be as much about parenting Harry as it does about food—though lord knows I do try to tip the scales in favor ...
Sometimes I’m super-organized (hey, I’m a Capricorn). And sometimes, well, let’s just say I’m not. This story falls into the latter category.
We went to visit Stephen’s ...
It’s no secret: I’m an Ina Garten fan. I’ve blogged about her roasted eggplant spread, her roasted Brussels sprouts, her barbecue sauce, her ...
When Harry was born, one of the more appropriate gifts we received was C Is for Cooking ...
We’ve been on a bit of a cocoa rage here lately. Whenever we come in from a cold outing, Harry’s fixation kicks in—the pleas (which are ...
They were the best of muffins, they were the worst of muffins, they delighted me with their juicy blueberries, they tormented me with ...