Life is messy. I wish I meant this in the metaphorical way, which is much easier to ignore, but when I stumbled out into the dining area this morning at the crack of dawn, the dinner table full of empty wine glasses, dirty coffee mugs, and burned out candles reminded me that life is messy, … Continue reading
If you were to judge my culinary creativity of talent by what my children eat, you might say that I’m no Julia Child, but then again, I don’t think Julia had any children. They eat a lot of peanut butter and jelly, spaghetti covered with canned marinara sauce, quesadillas, and other combinations of cheese and … Continue reading
For being a vegetarian I am surprisingly salad-averse. Perhaps that’s from having to eat so many dinner salads when it’s the only vegetarian option at a restaurant. Rarely do I make salads at home but when I do it is often more out of a sense of duty to the wilting package of spring mix … Continue reading
Gastromomica 