With the new school year have come new changes. Story is embarrassed to be seen in a dress — “That’s not who I am, Mom.” She has stopped cuddling me (which I’m sure is going to be a future post; pity me, moms, I’m in a bad state). She rolls her eyes and shrugs when I ask how her day was. And she’s started cursing. She’s in second grade.
Before I start, I have to make a confession. When I first made this dish, I used orange roughy. Lesley and I were in Florida, and the word “orange” in a type seemed appropriate for our Florida NHN meal. I also have never had it, so it fit nicely in our framework of trying out a food we have never made. (more…)
Parenting is never a steady thing. Babies change by the week, and though the changes are different as they reach toddlerhood and then childhood, they don’t seem to slow down. As this week starts, the girls and I find ourselves confronting yet another change: Riley starting kindergarten. It’s a big one and has caused quite the unrest in our house, an unrest we’ve each contributed to in our own way. (more…)
If you are even a little bit familiar with me, you know I don’t like to cook. I find it to be a very tedious, boring, thankless job that never ends. This is a problem because I do really like to eat, and I don’t particularly care for fast food and there’s only so much pizza one person can take (It’s true! I’ve reached that limit.). So what’s a girl to do? Send her child to cooking camp! Oh yes, I do believe this is one of my top ten best ideas ever. I’m not kidding. I think it’s such a good idea, in fact, that I’m trying to figure out a way to cajole the local cooking school into making it a year-round thing, not just one measly little week in summer.