Yes! I have in my hot little hands the hot off the presses new edition of Vegetarian Times. And this baby is loaded with awesome recipes. I can’t wait. And I didn’t. Tonight I cooked the curried penne because I need to get Christmas cards out and finish grading, so I need a quick meal. … Continue reading
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The Unknown
Today was supposed to be the day we found out about the state of the house and the timeline of repair. We didn’t. We are now supposed to know by Friday. I know you can’t hear it, but I am sighing in frustration. It’s not that we aren’t comfortable in our Christmas-decorated new home; it’s … Continue reading
The Loaded Gun
Some mornings just start out like this for everyone: Nothing goes right, including the simple act of going potty in the toilet. My son got a double dose of stubbornness from both me and my husband. Sometimes it manifests itself in surprisingly cute ways like his constant need to bounce on beds no matter how … Continue reading
The Dead Pass Casually By
Andrei Codrescu notes, “There are certain cities and certain areas of cities where the official language is dreams. Venice is one. And Paris. North Beach in San Francisco. Wenceslaus Square in Prague. And New Orleans, the city that dreams stories.” He’s talking about cities that affect you–that leave their mark on you long after you’ve … Continue reading
Traveling Plans
It’s difficult to be in the homemaking state of mind the evening before you travel. We are leaving for San Francisco tomorrow, and I am unwilling to do anything but eat take-out and pack. However, I still have produce lurking in the fridge, just waiting to be ignored and go bad. As the children’s book … Continue reading
Epic Pasta
Ernest Hemingway writes in The Sun Also Rises that the road to hell is paved with stuffed dogs. I disagree. The road to hell is paved with stuffed pasta: ravioli to be exact. Somehow, I’ve managed to spend this Tuesday, my day “off,” attempting (in every sense of the word) to make homemade ravioli. Sure … Continue reading
A Case of the Mondays
How many of you have days that end up way longer than you anticipated? Wait, wait, I see that timid hand in the back row. Well, sister, you are not alone. Even someone as amazingly scattered as I can have days that don’t conform to my (gulp) schedule. Today was one of those days. Between … Continue reading
