When this magazine exploited a healthier version of chicken piccata, I accepted that it would bear a spritz of lemon and three capers all in the name of 300 calories a serving which was okay because it is the new year and we’re all eating like squirrels. I didn’t, however, … Read More
Something about chicken pot pie conjures images of snow days when I watched others shovel snow from while I sat on the other side of the picture window all warm and lazy. My mom never made chicken pot pie; perhaps it was too exotic for middle Wisconsin, yet that’s how … Read More
Trying to eliminate that elusive word “perfect” from my vocabulary after spending a lifetime in search of it. It likes to hide behind things like puberty, stocky genetics, and kettle chip cravings while showing up like a mirage in photoshopped models, Botox, and this one. Before I press delete, I … Read More
I’m just mad about saffron. No there’s more, I’m mad about the Amanda Knox trial, standardized testing, and a storm drain that runs beneath our property.
This memory flashes in my mind. Kendall was just two weeks old when a bastard pediatrician had the nerve to give her immunization shots with … Read More
Admittedly not as thrilling as a Beni Hana volcano, but dinnertainment can come in small forms. I’m big on tabletop assembly. The obsession started with a lazy susanand hasn’t let up as I discovered my kids ate betterand my life was made easier.
Welcome to Make Your Own @*#&’n Panini Night.