Valentine’s Day Re-dux
(aka Infant Sick = Valentine’s Day Postponed)
This post is definitely very delayed but we have been going through a rough patch in our house lately. The past two weeks my son (3 months old) has had a cold, which translates to no one in our house is sleeping except for the 4-year-old. By the middle of the first week we were past bleary-eyed five cups of coffee tired and approaching epic levels of sleep deprivation which culminated over Valentine’s Day weekend for me with flu like symptoms of achey legs, trembling hands and a very sensitive stomach. But no actual sickness ensued, it was just my body’s way of saying – seriously,
you need to sleep – or things are going to get ugly around here. Continue reading
I’ve never really been big on Valentine’s Day celebrating. Maybe I’m a bit cynical of the “holiday” because of the years I spent working in the restaurant industry. For folks working in the service industry this is probably hands down one of the most dreaded nights of the year where everybody comes out of the woodwork . Really – why do we need just one day set aside for acts of love and kindness? Why should one day be reserved for this, why not every day? Continue reading
While I love living in the country, there are certain things (mostly foods) I miss and crave from time to time. One of said things are dim sum Sundays and Chinatown in general. Growing up in Chicago I spent a lot of time in Chinatown. My family is from the neighboring community of Bridgeport, but most of my parents’ closest friends lived in Chinatown. I have fond memories of running around our family friend’s Chinese gift shop and hiding in huge ceramic pots and hanging out in the smoke-filled cafes while my dad caught up his police buddies and drank coffee. Continue reading
Last week I used this blog as a motivator to try and branch out and experiment with a weeknight meal. Usually during the week we stick to a simple formula: Monday is pasta, Tuesday is turkey tacos, Wednesday we have fish, Thursday we usually have some kind of pork or chicken or a second pasta dish, and Friday is pizza. Continue reading
I am really excited to be joining the team of bloggers at farmgraze. Before I share my experience with creating a family meal I would like to take a moment to introduce myself. I am a busy mother of wo living in Pittsburgh. I have a Ph. D. in Psychology but decided to actively lean out of the academic job market two years ago to focus on taking care of my kids and pursuing other passions (like writing). Continue reading
When I saw that it was National Pie Day, I could not pass up the opportunity to take a stab at a meat pie. I definitely prefer savory pies over sweet pies. When living in Chicago I was spoiled with great restaurant options. Two of my favorite neighborhood eats served up delicious traditional English savory pies and the other made a great pasty. I’ve eaten plenty of both, but have never made one of my own, so what better time than now. Continue reading
All set and ready to go
Another holiday season come and gone. The tree is down, stockings and a variety of chachkies are safely tucked away to a worn banker box in a corner of attic storage until next year. Aaaahh, peace and fucking quiet. The silence is welcomed. This year was a bit stressful – more so than years past. Continue reading
Syrup grade samples from last year’s draw. Fancy!
Winter is still nipping at the heels of spring, holding its last bit of ground before releasing us into warmer weather and Vermont’s fifth season – mud season. April is an odd month in Vermont. It can never seem to make up its mind whether it is winter or spring. We have had flurries this along with rainy days that leave every inch of ground like a mud bog followed by clear, sunny days. I, however, love these foggy, rainy spring days. Continue reading
This weekend is my husband’s 42nd birthday. It also happens to be Easter, so family meal is jam packed this weekend. About a year ago my sister-in-law’s boyfriend started called my husband “Big Swing” – cause he’s the “boss” or “El Heffe” or “HMFIC” and I’ve decided after 15 years that when you are the “boss” for long enough It’s hard to not be the “boss” 24/7. We like to make fun, it’s kind of our thing, and “Big Swing” is our tongue and cheek way of saying “yeah, you’re the HMFIC and we know it”. It’s not easy being married to Big Swing when he’s in full “boss man” role, but our lives would not be as fulfilling, secure, or exciting without him. He’s our chief executive officer and he makes all this better. I mean, we all do (just don’t tell Big Swing)… Continue reading
Upper pasture at one of our farms. What dreams are made of….and we are lucky enough to live here every day.
Family meal evokes a myriad of emotional reactions. It can mean joy. It can mean pain. For me, it evokes a feeling of comfort and safety – so I guess I’m one of those lucky bastards that doesn’t have deep emotional scars running through the middle of my universe. Yeah, I’m not – I have no inner demons. I’m basically an average 40 something married mom of two great kids with a fantastic network of family and friends. So when my husband suggested that we host a family meal once a week for our extended family friends, I thought sure. Then I thought about all the dishes I’d have to contend with – but I decided showing our kids what it means to be part of a larger family/community was worth some dishwater hands. Continue reading