My daughter is at the age where it’s still novel that we carry on real conversations. Those consist of her saying things like, “I don’t like monsters. Do you like monsters?” and “What’d you make for dinner, mama?” Whenever it’s time to eat, I list foods that will be on
What’s in a kitchen? I’m not talking about the obvious appliances and cookware that comprise a literal kitchen, but rather what happens in a kitchen. I’m certain that I’ve already lost about half of you with my philosophical question. “This is a food blog!” say some of you, only to
Newest addition (Alexander) Life has changed so much in the last six months. I now have a 6-month old boy, Alexander, who is such a calm cutie. My daughter is a vibrant ray of sunshine and also a miss-independent who apparently has difficulty accepting any sort of help from people.
This weekend was a weekend of one-dish meals. Friday night, I made Buffalo Chicken Spaghetti Squash Casserole (say that ten times fast), and I have Kusa (with ground turkey) in the oven as I type. I’ve realized that as time changes, my preferred cooking methods are also changing. Look back