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food

• food, money, recipes

  What’s for dinner

  03.21.10 | Permalink | 8 Comments

  I’ve finally gotten in the habit of shopping once a week around a meal plan. And now, of course, I can’t imagine how I managed not to go crazy before, running to the store almost every day for just one or two things that always turned into fifty dollars worth of crackers and “good deals” [...]

• food

  “Jim never has a second cup of coffee at home”

  09.29.09 | Permalink | 18 Comments

  At our inaugural Sew Day I darned and hemmed, and altered Mr. Bennet’s dress pants. (I won’t say which way I took them.) Mom and I shared the comfortable confidences that women have long shared over needles and thread. (I’ll remind you here that I refused to learn to sew when I had the chance [...]

• carnivals, food, recipes

  Saag Shorba (Spinach-Curry-Tomato Soup) and Naan, Americanized beyond (almost) all recognition

  03.06.08 | Permalink | 10 Comments

  Soup is as forgiving, if not as forgetful, as a little child. Once, after a hard day — trust me, it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day — I completely forgot myself and slapped Susan on the mouth mid-scream. She screamed louder (yep, that worked really well) and then threw herself into [...]

• blogging, books, exercise, food, health, motherhood, works for me

  WFMW: It’s not about the journey

  02.20.08 | Permalink | 13 Comments

  I’ve just realized that there is a chasm-like disconnect between what I like to do and what makes me happy. I know, shouldn’t have taken me thirty years to figure this out, but, they say knowing is half the battle. Or is that admitting? What’s Step One? And why do I feel like the guy [...]

• blogging, children, food, recipes

  My favorite muffins and fun with favicons (cooking! and blogging!) — Updated (I’ve always wanted to say that)

  02.16.08 | Permalink | 6 Comments

  Don’t worry. I don’t use endearments like ‘muffin’ or ‘cupcake’ for the people I live with. Though it is pretty irresistible when Susan is kind enough to inform me, while I change Spot’s diaper for the second time in 10 minutes, that We don’t eat poop. We eat corn. Or when Sally talks Susan into [...]

• commentary, food, motherhood, works for me

  WFMW: Plan, prepare, organize. Then, embrace the chaos

  02.13.08 | Permalink | 9 Comments

  I love to-do lists. Goals, plans, schedules. My running buddy and I plan to exercise every weekday at the same time. I say I’ll start the dishwasher every night and shine my sink (thanks FlyLady). We go to school and church and dance class like clockwork. Before each school year, I map out our day [...]

• LDS Church, embarrassing, food, motherhood

  the naked chef

  02.12.08 | Permalink | 2 Comments

  Spot likes to fold her arms for prayer now. For about three seconds. She’ll do it over and over during a prayer, in between walking around (if we’re kneeling) or eating her food and grunting (if she’s strapped in at the table). Don’t ask how I know what she’s doing. I have my eyes closed [...]