Sometimes, it's actually just about food. One of the things I realized on our wild mother-daughter trip was that I need to double down on getting my daughter to expand her food horizons. When she was little, I did a fairly good job of introducing new foods and tastes, and I always had the back-up … Continue reading Rigatoni with artichoke hearts and red onion.
Let’s keep this simple: Butternut squash is in season, as I’ve already mentioned. But perhaps you are not yet on team butternut squash and need another nudge. That hard-on-the-outside, uniquely shaped squash is one of my favorite things to cook. It strikes the perfect sweet-salty balance when prepared simply; it’s versatile; it’s good for you. … Continue reading Butternut.
Free write, with recipe links at the end: The weather turned completely, but not entirely without warning. The morning report, on the car radio, said the high for the day had occurred already, shortly past midnight. By nightfall it would be cold, with a chance of snow. It was a Saturday, our errand day. After … Continue reading The first cold night.
(No, this isn't that post either. One day soon, just not today. This one's 49, for anyone who's counting. Obviously, I am counting....) It was a completely gorgeous day here on Saturday -- cool, clear, and breezy. A picture-perfect fall day. And at the farmers market were all the goods to prove that, once again, … Continue reading Something easy.
Tonight's adventure in motherhood? Finding photos for my daughter's (surprise!) yearbook ad that was due yesterday but that I've been allowed to submit tomorrow, because my daughter's school yearbook people took pity on me after I begged. Also, reading and helping with a few more college essays. And when I finish that, I have to … Continue reading Something real.
I'll preface what's next with a very short and not too sad story about the life-long impact of shame: When I was tiny, I scribbled on a page in a book, and I was scolded so harshly, in front of other people, that I still, decades later, can barely bring myself to write, even in … Continue reading Something about recipes.
The thing I remember most clearly is the feeling of terrible surprise. If I'd lived in the middle of things instead of five hours away, of course, I would be remembering, and writing, an entirely different story - if I'd been lucky enough to live to write the story. But I was in Memphis, close … Continue reading Something about oceans.
She arrived at the door with a big paper grocery sack, handed off the goods, and left promptly, knowing full well what life was like with a toddler and a new baby at home. In the grocery sack were three Ziploc bags: Wide noodles; sauce; chopped Romaine (freshly chopped from a real head of lettuce, … Continue reading Something sentimental.
