We’ve had a pretty rough fall already. The girls have been taking turns being sick, and Ali and I can’t coordinate our schedules to do something as simple as take a trip to the pumpkin patch. This bad luck carried over to our monthly dinner date as well. I ended up making this recipe twice because the first dinner was sabotaged by sickness. But, what this tells you is that it was worth eating twice in the span of a month!
I found this recipe for butter chicken at TasteBook.com and it looked like a winner to me. It is quite flavorful and difficult to resist seconds, but it just doesn’t taste like butter chicken — hence the “Not-So Butter Chicken” title.
It’s that time of year again! The jackets, the scarves, the boots … but most important, the chili! We have a staple recipe in our home. It covers all tastes; it has some spice but not too much for kid palates. And of course, we add some macaroni for fun. The best part about this recipe is how quickly it all comes together!
Story is a chatterbox. She talks before she’s out of bed. She talks as she’s getting ready for school. She talks as she brushes her teeth. She talks as she follows me around the house. She talks as she’s falling asleep. The girl has a lot to say. Except at dinnertime.
For some reason, she becomes a teenager at the table, answering my questions with generic phrases, or worse, grunts.
I write this on the birthday of Bob Newhart, who said, “Laughter gives us distance. It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on.” For weeks, I have been trying to answer for myself and for this essay the question of why we blog, in particular, why mothers blog while raising their children and what effect the blog has on those children.
I’m sure I asked this question at some point, especially considering there have been several opportunities to ponder this in the six years since Story’s birth. I don’t remember there being any conflict in my mind, so it isn’t surprising that I didn’t give it a second thought as Story and I prepared to attend a visitation for the son of friends this past week. After arriving, we signed the guestbook (Story signed her own name) and stood in the long line of people paying their respects. (more…)