Every time I have the brilliant idea to make this recipe, I remember how in love I am with the Crock-Pot. I don’t particularly enjoy cooking, but I very much enjoy a tasty meal. My Crock-Pot helps me out on both counts. This particular recipe is one of the easiest I have. Three ingredients, one crock, and hours of having to do nothing but smell the good smells.
My number-one goal as a parent is to raise successful, independent adults (see When Doing Your Job Breaks Your Heart). The world and Internet are full of advice on how to do this. If you spent enough time reading and thinking about all the messages you receive as a mom about how to do it right, you’d be able to create a step-by-step guide about the proper way to raise them — as told by society. In fact, I bet that list is probably a Google search away. It’s a search I dare not do. According to it, I’ve been ruining my kids for four years now. These are just the top eight that I can think of. (more…)
November has been gloriously warm. So much so that our local ice cream shop has decided to stay open an extra two weeks! If that isn’t something to be thankful for, I don’t know what is. Alas, this particular ice cream store is on the other side of town. A whole fifteen minutes away. When you write it, it doesn’t seem like a lot of time, but it make for an excursion with two kids. I couldn’t let this warm spell go by without proper recognition, so we added some vanilla ice cream to our cart at the grocery store. (more…)
There is nothing that hits the spot on a rainy, cold fall day better than a nice big bowl of soup. When that bowl of soup is covered in cheese, it’s even better. When that bowl of soup is covered in cheese and has that sweet tart taste of fall apple cider, then it’s probably the best bowl of soup ever. I found this soup a couple of years ago and have made a few tweaks to it over the years. It is fall awesome-ness in a bowl. There just isn’t any other way to describe it. If you love French onion soup and your favorite part of fall is the apple cider, then this is definitely for you.
Family, friends, colleagues, strangers stuck with me in the elevator—STORY IS INTERESTED IN LEARNING TO READ! You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this day. Well, if you’ve spent more than five minutes with me in the last three years, you probably do. You see, I’ve had a not-at-all-unreasonable fear that I would be the only editor/writer with an illiterate child.
Story has always loved books. She loved to gum them. She loved to chew on them. She loved to color in them. She loved to spread them out all over her bedroom floor. And she loved for me to read them to her. But she had no interest whatsoever in learning to read them.