This week there is no new recipe for you. Womp, womp. Sorry! Most people are preparing for the Super Bowl of cooking and feasting this week, so why should I post a new pasta recipe when all you guys want to see are some cool new side dish ideas to add to your holiday spread? [Read more…]
First off, I want to thank all the fellow picky eater parents that reached out to me on Facebook with their best advice. I greatly appreciate your wise words and am already trying out a few techniques. I will get this kid to eat vegetables by the end of the year… Maybe.
On to my next kitchen battle that I need your help with: the slow cooker. I am normally all about the slow cooker this time of year. It is the best friend to the woman/man on the go who still wants to cook a homemade meal. The last time I used my slow cooker was during last month’s brief cold snap. I made my slow cooker minestrone soup. It was delicious if I do say so myself. [Read more…]
Summer is all about adventures. My five year old niece told me a few weeks ago, “It’s summer, Aunt Stefanie. You should come over any day because, like, every day we are going on so many adventures.” This mentality works out perfectly in our house because I have two antsy pants’ who cannot sit still. I am clearly talking about Mike and Andy. Weezer is my soul mate because we could sit on the couch all day…clearly it is not him!
Every morning Mike asks me, “So what are we doing today?” And every morning I roll my eyes and try to rack my brain for something to do. [Read more…]
Hey, guys, can’t take much time to type you some big long ramble today. You see, now that it is nice outside, my son has decided he would like to take up permanent residence outdoors. This plan of his keeps him very happy but leaves me with little time for cooking, cleaning, or blogging.
I am sorry about this inconvenience. [Read more…]
Ah yes, me again. It has been a bit since our last chat/recipe. I am still here. Mike is on Spring break and Andy was battling a nasty cold for the last week. A very long week. I know there are worse things, but hearing the words, “It’s just a virus.” Is like the bane of my existence. Even pre-child, to haul your butt all the way to the doctor in the midst of a mucus attack on your system and have them say those words, ugh, would make me so frustrated. [Read more…]