Life with Dudes Never Looked So Pretty
The dinner dish my children refuse to eat. Only, really, I can’t care. I love, love, love kale. Just like I love, love, love roasted potatoes. And, in fairness, they like those things too. Just not together. Not touching. Kale on one side, potatoes on the other, that they’re cool with. But, mix it together, put one atop the other, and it’s too gross for
Dude 3 loves to bake. It is his favorite most favorite mom and me pastime. Regardless of the season or the time of day, he is happy to join me in the kitchen for some baking. And, I have to admit, I love it too, so we both win in the end. Today, you’re gonna win too! Because this past weekend, we decided to work
Don’t you love those titles? Usually they are just click bait –clever ways to get you to come to a website you have no business going to. But in this case, it fits. Because I actually made two. Long story long… I don’t know how to eat healthy on holidays. I go to my mama’s house, she makes all of the tasty, and I proceed
This week in things I put in my belly… So, if you tuned into my Facebook Live video this week, this may be surprising if you noted a couple of things: 1) I have lost all semblance of time and space due to the mind blow that summer vacation is –I did my Wednesday live video on Tuesday because I thought it was Wednesday and
This weekend we are heading to King’s Dominion for the first time with The Dudes and I am so, so excited about checking out some of the food options! I know. I. Know. King’s Dominion is an amusement park, people go there for the rides. And also, I’m losing weight. I can’t over do it. I can’t smash my face in a bucket of tacos
Real talk time. Since we returned from our trip to Disney last month, my cooking game has been in the trash can. A few surprise dinner magic moments, and the rest has been how about grilled cheese and salad, or grilled cheese and tortilla chips, or dude, can you just eat like a couple of grilled cheese’s please?! I did do a nice bacon, egg,
If you and I are pals on Facebook (YOU GUYS, WE SHOULD TOTALLY BE PALS ON FACEBOOK), you know that I recently embarked on a new health challenge. I know. I. Know. This is like my eleven billionth time saying that. Which is actually why I didn’t mention it previously. I’m tired of letting you all down, of letting myself down, by failing at this
Real talk, the Dude Family is not a salad loving family. I find them pleasing personally, but when it comes to The Dudes, old and young, they are hungrier than that. And not as much into roughage. The Dudes see salads as an appetizer I force them to eat so they can poop regular. They don’t understand salad as an entree, and they don’t care
Growing up, my parents had a way of ruining things for you. Not big things, not fun things, mostly just edible things. They were wonderful, supportive, loving parents, but when it came to food there was beef. Literally. My dad was addicted to ground beef. Nearly every night of the week that occurred between 1994 and 1996, we had a meal created with the stuff
