For all of you eye-rollers who grew tired of me writing about my non-fussy, advanced-eating, miniature-foodie daughter, here is your ultimate revenge. Me bitching about her vegetable-hating, picky-eating, candy-obsessed little brother. Payback is sweet, no?

Today’s installment: salad.

Why is lettuce so hard for kids to grasp? I mean, if I told him he could pick a leaf off a tree and eat it, he’d be like, “Really? Cool!” But a plate of leaves from the market is so much less appealing.

So, we say things to him like, “See how your older sister is eating hers?” and “If you want to be big and smart like Daddy…” Oh, and my favorite, which of course is a total lie, “I bet all your friends would enjoy this.” See, peer pressure starts at home!
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Continue reading Apple Salad with Candied Walnuts, Blue Cheese, and Pomegranate Vinaigrette

Holy knights of Columbus, we are all moved in. Can I get a heck ya?! Of course, when I say we’re “all moved in,” that means our furniture is in place, prep bowls have found their new home, and towels are in the linen closet, not the living room. It does not mean all of the boxes have been dismantled and we can actually see the inside of our garage. Bwahahahahahaha. Ya, right. I give that another 4 years months weeks.
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Continue reading Toasted Quinoa Salad With Cumin-Lime Dressing

A couple of weeks ago I had a dream about Drew Carey. Girthy Drew Carey, not emaciated Drew Carey. He was babysitting the kids and trying to teach them how to rhyme. They rolled their eyes and scoffed as if to say, “Um, Drew, we could teach you a thing or two.” Then he dumped a gigantic bag of sunflower seeds on the floor and set the timer – whoever had gathered the most at the end of five minutes won a big basket of cherry tomatoes.
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Continue reading Cherry Tomato Orzo Salad

Trevor: What are you making, Mom?

Me: Something called Bruschetta, with strawberries and nectarines.

Trevor: Oh, I love strawberries and nectarines.

Me: I know you do.
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Continue reading Strawberry-Nectarine Bruschetta

Some people are worth a really long car drive.

Some people are worth leaving your kids for the very first time.

Some people get you so excited that you actually forget to bring your credit card, cash, and driver’s license with you. (DOH!)

Some people is Melissa.
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Continue reading A Road Trip, My Friend Melissa, and Tabbouleh