Life with Dudes Never Looked So Pretty
And he did! Dude 3 has always loved helping me bake. He asks me to join him in the kitchen to bake something every week of life and, while it’s neither convenient nor a great idea for my waistline, I have to admit, I enjoy his enthusiasm. I love that it is a fun way for the two of us to spend time together while
Growing up, I remember thinking pot roast was old people’s food. It was like this big lump of meat in a big pot with wet potatoes and wet carrots and just wet stuff. And I hated it. My parents thought it was fancy, special dinner food. I thought it was gross, wet, old people’s food. And I swore I’d never serve my kids old lady
Hey hungry people! We are back and cooking in the new year! First up, chicken. Because, duh. It’s easy and cheap and universally good. I mean, mostly. I feel like most people eat chicken or cook chicken for people in their house. My kids are huge fans of roasted lemon chicken. Aside from tacos, it is one of those meals I can make and know
Magic. That is what I need in my life. If I were to find a magical lamp filled with a wish granting genie I know just what I’d ask for –3 additional wishes, because duh, a date with Ryan Gosling, also duh, and the ability to wish for any meal anytime for the rest of my life and have it delivered. Because I hate cooking
One thing I constantly struggle with is leftovers. My family kinda hates them and I rarely have enough for a full second night of dinner for the five of us anyway. Sometimes, I eat them for lunch and that’s easy. But other times they sit in my fridge for days inching closer and closer to winding up in the garbage can. Last week I made
It has been a lot of days since I did the whole cook-something-delicious-in-the-kitchen thing. I mean, don’t panic, I fed the children, regularly in fact, but it was like bake-a-frozen-lasagna-from-Costco-and-throw-some-frozen-Texas-toast-I-cut-the-freezer-burn-parts-off-on-the-side type of feeding. You know, the kind where no one starves but there are no joyful eating sounds and possibly some references to kids starving in Africa and such to spur the process forward. Basically,
Every summer I tell myself I am going to cook light and eat light and be all summery in the kitchen. I know it’s what’s best. For health and general comfort. However, real life. Real life is making a wonderful hearty salad for your family only to have them pick all of the bacon off and then come back 12 minutes into you cleaning the
