Not all lessons occur Monday-Friday. Sometimes they explode all over the counter in a cloud of orange dust on a Saturday night.
Sure sometimes you have to soak them. Scrub them. Rinse. Load. Stack. Unload. Sometimes they break into a thousand pieces. Or miraculously get lost and result in a no longer matching set. They can represent hours lost cleaning instead of socializing with family. They can result in dry cracked hands. But my dishes are more... Continue Reading →
Some inherit them. Others sit pretty in rooms that children are not allowed to touch. Some are counters. Or foldable. Or expandable. Some are high tops. Or glass tops. Or low to the floor tops. Some sit two. Or four. Or eighteen. Some are empty. Or cluttered. Or properly set. Some are props. Or decoration.... Continue Reading →
the difference between being sick and... holy goodness we better go to the hospital because his brain is on fire! the spread between sushi, salmonella, mouth-watering medium rare and... what the heck you burned it! the cause of disagreements in households everywhere over the proper sleep temperature... yes i am thankful for thermometers. while i... Continue Reading →
Today I am thankful for… tupperware*. Today, your existence allowed me to bring a healthy meal choice to work so I could walk confidently past those French fries (ok, not so confidently… admittedly I stopped to smell their greasy salty goodness) knowing if I gave in, I’d be wasting the food I brought and be... Continue Reading →
fennel means taking risks. it was a surprise element in a group of fresh veggies from a friend. i had heard of it before but never bought it ate it or cooked with it. i knew nothing. so i googled. i youtubed. i learned how to cut it, use every piece of it and prepare... Continue Reading →