How did I never realize this before? The word “Thermometer” has “mom” smack in the middle of it. My entire life I’ve been so impressed by the superpower that is a mom determining a kid’s temperature using the back of their hands. I remember my mom doing it, and without fail she’d know when to…
It’s the first of the month, so of course I’m coming in hot with a virtuous recipe. Not only is it good for your waistline, but also your wallet. It is not, unfortunately, very pretty. Surprise! Why do I love so many gloppy, questionably colored soups? This soup sort of works with any kind of…
I love Valentine’s Day. I’ve loved it since the first time I woke up to a 12-pack of Diet Coke and three red roses on the dresser next to my twin bed in my bright red room. I was probably 7 or 8. I felt so loved and grownup. Flowers! For me! I’m sure I…
This is the least original cleaning advice ever, but it took me at least 10 years of being a “real grownup” before I tried following it. I wish I’d started doing this when I was 20, because I know for sure I’d have more money and be farther along in my career if I hadn’t…
Is anyone feeling that oh-my-overwhelming feel of late March and early April again? I felt joyful and optimistic yesterday watching the inauguration, but all the good political news didn’t take me out of my house, where I always am now, meal planning and sweeping, working and eating. Over and over. I think it’s the combination…
As I started to share this recipe I realized I’ve exclusively shared semi-offbeat vegetable soup recipes this week. Then I realized we’ve exclusively eaten meals with spoons this week. And I realized I’ve put us on the world’s least effective, most delicious liquid diet. You should not go on a liquid diet, but you should…
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Back in August I found myself with a veritable truckload of asparagus and an impending road trip, which was a terrible combination. Rather than come home to limp or rotted asparagus, I blanched all of it and froze it in a few quart-sized gallon bags. Since then, those bags of asparagus have called to me…
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We’re having a very subdued Thanksgiving this year, as are, I’m sure, nearly all of you. Except for those 1 million travelers yesterday that went through TSA at airports nationwide. Who are they? Where are they going? My heart wants to ask for an invite to their party, my head wants to know who they…
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We are Airbnb hosts. I feel like I should caveat that, or apologize for it. Why does it make me feel a little icky to write? I think perhaps because we have some of the most judgmental neighbors who make me feel like a criminal and make my guests feel unwelcome, but perhaps those neighbors…
This old article caught my eye today. In The Why Of Cooking, Atlantic writer Joe Pinsker posits that the fabulous book, Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat, is a “Valuable user’s manual for recipes, letting even the greenest cooks disassemble them to see how their parts fit together.” He writes at some length about trying to find…
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The Outraged Eater 