Flute, Fermentation, and Farms (Photo Friday)

It’s been a busy week–busy enough that I forgot I owed a blog post on Wednesday–so I’ll share some photos from the day trip I took yesterday. I drove an hour and a half to the home of my college roommate to rehearse a flute-oboe duet for my recital next week. You know you have…

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How We Taught Our Kids To Be Good Eaters

My kids are really good eaters. I’m kind of surprised at this, frankly, because I am and always have been a pretty picky eater. And the thing is, we approach food all “wrong,” according to all the parenting advice I ever read. We’ve almost always forced our children to finish what they’re given—unless it’s starch,…

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Anatomy of a Pseudo-Foodie Family

Item: one of Alex’s first words was “creme brulee.” Item: when our kids go over to other people’s houses and get asked what they want for dinner, they have been known to ask for “crab quiche.” Item: we’ve started doing cheese tastings with the kids. We love food in our house. And over the years,…

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Travelogue, Day 4: Gumbo Recipe

Thursday: Today about half of the cousins go up the Estes aerial tram while most of the rest go horseback riding. Initially I’m worried that it’s a tourist trap, but it turns out to be a great place: rocks to climb, a breathtaking view, even a trail we don’t end up having time for. Then…

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Travelogue, Day 2: Overlook Ranch and Rocky Mountain National Park

Sunday-Monday, June 23-24, 2013: After Alex falls off the zipline and sprains (jams?) his wrist, and after a “.6”-mile trail to Alberta Falls (so notated because, for reasons I can’t fathom, they don’t count the .3 miles from the trailhead to the official start of the trail in the distance) spent dragging a 6-year-old child…

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First World Problems

I was pulling into Macy’s yesterday afternoon when a story came on NPR about the food supply, or more accurately the lack thereof, in North Korea. When I think of North Korea, I think of world security, nuclear weapons and a hostile dictator–but I’ve never thought of starvation. Until now. “I saw one family, a…

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Cheesecake Triumph!

I married an Italian man, which means it’s all about the food. In his family—and thus in mine—there is no better way to offend a person than to attack his or her family gastronomic traditions. I have developed into an opinionated, confirmed recipe fiddler. Christian is always teasing me for turning a tuna casserole recipe…

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