Silent Suppers for Sanity and Smiles
Sometimes at the end of a busy day, you're just too pooped to chit chat at dinner. This usually follows an afternoon filled with schlepping boisterous kids to one or more after school activities.
Sometimes at the end of a busy day, you're just too pooped to chit chat at dinner. This usually follows an afternoon filled with schlepping boisterous kids to one or more after school activities.
Tired of making the same lack luster spaghetti with meatballs week after week, swearing you’d gladly brush up your pitching skills by tossing those friggin’ meatballs rather than eating them on top of spaghetti just one more time?
Today was turning into a good night. You managed to escape the what’s for dinner sweatathon. You knew what you wanted to cook, had the ingredients on hand and whipped up dinner in no time flat. Now you are ready for the ohs and ahs, the inspired dinner conversation followed by a deep breath and a sigh of relief for a meal well done.
Somewhere mid to late afternoon, usually as soon as your kids get off the school bus or get picked up for the never-ending schlep-a-thon to afterschool activities, you feel the dread start to seep into your bones.
Sometimes when I’m trying to figure out what to make for dinner, I turn my focus towards current events rather than what’s in my fridge and pantry. I like to think of dinner as food for thought, something that will stimulate our family’s taste buds as well as our dinner conversations.
This elegant and easy dessert looks so much more complicated than it actually is! The key to success with this recipe is to choose a naturally firm pear varietal such as the red Anjou used here.
At a loss for words or clever conversation at the dinner table? Let your colorful family legacy literally step up to the plate and serve as the main course at your next family meal.
I love a bright Caprese Salad. You know, that beautiful light summer lunch or party appetizer made with chewy, moist, rounds of fresh mozzarella cheese, lush tomatoes, fragrant basil leaves all topped with a splash of extra virgin olive oil and thick, syrupy balsamic vinegar.
When I was in high school I told my mom her cooking sucked. I was cocky and insensitive to be sure, but it was true. My mother was a creature of cooking habits with limited repertoire ...
Just because you’re exhausted at the end of a hectic day doesn’t give you a hall pass to roam the supermarket aisles like a zombie looking for a piece of raw meat toslap on a plate and call it dinner.
They say you can’t go home again, but a recent ailment waylaid my mom and I needed to move back home to take care of her while she worked hard to regain her strength and health.
New Years always arrives early for me. Sept. to be exact. It starts off as a soft murmur, but by the end of August, you can hear our chanting, echoing loudly throughout our neighborhoods, “Bring on the yellow school bus”.
My daughter is spending the summer at sleepaway camp. My older son is off on an adventure trek with the same organization and will be joining her at the camp’s summer home in August.
This quick and easy side dish showcases the bold Mediterranean flavors of lime, Feta cheese, Kalamata olives, and fresh parsley against the subtle backdrop of quinoa.
I never ate Brussels sprouts as a kid. I'm guessing my mom was intimidated by those grenade looking green bombs masquerading around as vegetables. Don't make the same mistake with your kids.