We drove Mr. Bennet (I’ll call him something respectful just in case anything happens) to the airport this morning for his celebrity appearance in Texas. (”Celebrity appearance” is technical writer humor for “waste two vacations days and pay half your hotel fee for the dubious honor of speaking to your fellow technical writers.”)
On the way [...]
I’m sure I’d benefit from some sort of program or therapy, but between the movie-popcorn-binging, the bouts of irrational rage, the obsession with True Beauty, and the Mountain Dew habit I have kicked one time less than I have relapsed, it’s hard to know where to start.
Two Saturdays ago, late in the afternoon, Dick asked [...]
In case you were on the edge of your seat as to whether the Pioneer Woman’s cake balls are any good, I’ll cut to the chase: Fair-to-Middling, with (just) a Hint of Creativity.
I was hoping they’d be the answer to my competitive Christmas baking needs: cheap, easy, and STUNNING, but, unfortunately, they were cheap-ish, WAY [...]
Dick is great in that he’ll eat, without complaint, whatever I cook. He’s also a bit of a philistine in that he’ll praise tuna noodle casserole as much as crab bisque. (I mean, if I made tuna noodle casserole). (Or could afford real crab).
The worst is when I make something I feel pretty confident about: [...]
Man am I glad WFMW is back! I’ve had this post ready for WEEKS!
Tired of grilling hotdogs? Want to get your kids excited about cooking? Hate stale hotdog buns? (If so, try Paris, where the street vendors impale baguettes for the best buns ever). Whatever your motive, Pigs in a Blanket were a big hit [...]
Last week I threatened to throw the blender off our balcony if it got left out ONE MORE TIME. Dick likes to make smoothies, which is great because the kids love them, they’re pretty healthy, and blah blah blah.
But who has to clean up after them? Me. That’s who. And somehow putting the blender back, [...]
I’ve been making my own refried beans since my friend Jill in Florida showed me how. This was back when we were desperate to buy a house, any house in a drug-dealer-infested neighborhood, before the market went up any higher. Six months later the bubble burst, and two years after that, we are looking for [...]