Here I go, looking for religion again.I don’t know why–maybe it’s Sadie who sends me that way, asking her questions. I want someone else to write the answers and to tell me the rules. I want us to sit and take a moment before dinner to thank someone, anyone! for what’s in front of us….
apple honey oat snack
Because I can’t stay away too long, I am here for better or for worse. I have left the dishes in the sink. The uneaten broccoli and cheese is on the table, and the girls are tucked into their beds reading, or in Rosie’s case looking at, their semi-repulsive American girl books. I know they’re…
apple rhubarb pandowdy
I like a thing that can reinvent itself with confidence. Sometimes, it just doesn’t work out to be what you set out to create. The day gets messy, and dinner gets abandoned for something altogether different. Or a career seems all laid out, and then a little person decides that your career will actually be…
warm cabbage and apple slaw
And with that, cabbage week comes to a close. I have learned a little bit about the cabbage this week. That a few cabbages go a long way. With three cabbages, we have feasted like royalty. Three cabbages became a decadent and buttery stew, they twirled and whirled to become fancy stuffed cabbage, and they…
butter-toasted oatmeal with sticky apple topping
My grandmother held to a few very strong superstitions. I’m not sure why- it didn’t really make sense with her personality. But two of her superstitious maxims have clung to me, no matter how hard I try to shake them. The first is that you should never EVER sleep with your feet towards the door…
