Our family is really pretty good about loving veggies. We all eat salad, some of us complain about the radishes, but they are usually eaten anyway. We eat raw veggies with lunch almost every day, sometimes with hummus or bean dip, sometimes without. Really, we’re pretty good at eating the rainbow. Except in December. And . . .
I’m not sentimental, I’m not really into resolutions, and I get grumpy if I stay up late. So it surprises me to find myself looking forward to New Year’s Eve. I enjoy the prospect of a fresh year before me, with all of its joys and messes yet to be lived out. And, along those . . .
It began with a recipe. It usually does. It was a simple recipe with carrots and raisins and a simple citrus vinaigrette. And then I spotted the beets in the fridge, and the apples in the fruit bowl, and–gasp!–those dried cranberries! And I knew I was abandoning the recipe. We eat salad with nearly every . . .
Looking for a perfect winter time meal? I’ve got your recipe today. Last fall we purchased a quarter of a cow. Of course, the ground beef was used up a long time ago. The roasts went next along with the stew meat. And now we have a few lingering cuts in the freezer that I . . .
Since coming off of GAPS, I’ve been toying around with lots of different foods and cooking methods to figure out exactly what foods make me feel the best. Or, rather, what foods make me feel the least worst, since pretty much all food makes me feel bad–it’s just a question of how bad. I landed . . .
A slow cooker is a busy mom’s best friend. Not a week goes by that I don’t put it to good use to feed my family. I’m really hard on my slow cookers, and so the one that I received only a few years ago is already on its last computer chip. (I’d be really . . .
Our house is pretty snug, and my chronic illness is pretty unpredictable, and my kiddos get pretty cranky if they miss their bedtimes. So it is a rare occasion in our house in which we invite friends and family to our table. It’s not that I don’t enjoy having company or cooking for crowds. Quite . . .
Desserts in our house are usually a casual affair. Only about once or twice a month will I actually bake up a “real” dessert. On the other nights, we offer things that aren’t techincally desserts, but that our kiddos define as “treats”. Pomegranates and mandarins are winter favorites. Honey sticks are well-received, as is a . . .
The Sweetie Pie and I met in a place not unfamiliar to budding romance. We were students attending a small art college in downtown Savannah, Georgia. But like most people of that age and stage of life, we found our surroundings boring, common, and mundane. “Psh,” we’d scorn. “That mushy stuff’s just for the tourists.” . . .
The biggest obstacle for me to instituting a Family Table Night? My desire to create the Perfect Family Table. I confess to being a perfectionist by nature, and I don’t like it when I can’t realize the vision of what I want to accomplish. My ideal family table has fresh, sniffy flowers on the table, . . .