So it was an experiment. This is how it worked. Rosie, Sadie and my sister Maia all got to invite a few friends. I cook dinner. Fancy like the grownups do it. Simple, right? Thirteen kiddos. Paper instead of tablecloths. Crayons instead of candles, but most of the rest was the same as we do…
roasted vegetables
Well the girls have suckered me into throwing them a dinner party. A party for just them. At some point during the tantrum that was being thrown as I was flinging some local pork product onto galettes before my last salon dinner party, I agreed to this. (Anything! As long as you are sleeping in…
light
Somehow I knew it was going to be… a day. I felt it already and went outside as the kids got into the car- I tried to catch the light. And it was a day. But in my wildest optimism, I think that that moment of morning stuck around. Because all day, I somehow summoned…
green soup
I’ve got to be honest with you. I maybe wasn’t going to write about this soup. I was really excited about writing about this soup. And I made it, and it was good. But it wasn’t such a hit with the kiddos, and Joey, shall we say, endured it. But then I ate it again…
apple crisp
After six and a half years of parenting, we have finally trained the girls not to wake us up on Sunday morning. It’s taken a lot of work, including some moments that I’m not entirely proud of. (for example, “Get Out! Too Early!) I am not a good waker-upper on the days that I’m supposed…
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