Shortly after I moved, one of my friends asked me when I was going to make a menu plan again. “After I finish unpacking,” was my reply. However, wandering the aisles of my new grocery store (I love you, Seven Mile!) with considerably less focus than usual was not super pleasant, or productive. Cue heroic… Continue reading Menu Plan, week of July 17th
We’ve been having some off days over here. The sink’s been broken since Motzei Shabbos, and it has remained broken despite my, and my landlord’s, best efforts at fixing it. A professional is coming tomorrow morning. The kitchen is a disaster. I still haven’t caught up on laundry since returning from our trip to Memphis,… Continue reading Torah Tuesdays: Even when you don’t feel like it
After Shabbos, I had the opportunity to speak with my “Aunt” Ruth (she’s really my mom’s aunt, which makes her, what, my great-aunt? I don’t know. We just call her Aunt Ruth). It was just a quick on-and-off conversation, you know, some how-are-you-doings and how’s-the-weathers. In between the requisite niceties, she mentioned that my mom… Continue reading You’re really a housewife, aren’tcha?
That’s how it feels sometimes to have two kids under the age of two. [spotlight on Ring #1. The emcee’s voice rings out over the stadium] In the first ring we have our toddler, Little Man, awake and ready to face the day! Who will get him from his crib? What will he have for… Continue reading It’s like a three-ring circus over here
I’ve been married for nearly three years (our anniversary is next month!), and it’s only in recent months that I’ve mustered up the courage to, wait for it, make food without following a recipe. My cookbooks were my lifeline to making edible food. Without guidelines to follow, I felt all panicky and insecure. How long… Continue reading Eggplant Parmesan, or something like it
My mother-in-law left this morning. She spent a glorious ten days with us. Now, I know that the stereotypical mother-in-law may not be a welcome house-guest, but thankfully, my mother-in-law is hardly stereotypical! I won’t go into detail about the massive amount of help she provided, but will just mention that I am extremely well-rested.… Continue reading Who needs external validation? Me, apparently.
This sandwich came about because I didn’t have any tomatoes in the house. You see, normally I enjoy my grilled cheese sandwiches with some sliced tomatoes and mayo. Mmmmmm. So, not that day. No tomatoes to be had. I did have jalapenos, though, since I still haven’t given them to Nikki Flores. I was a… Continue reading Grilled Cheese and Jalapeno Sandwich
Yesterday was a stressful day. I was scheduled to play in a concert in the evening, and before that happened, I needed to sterilize the breast pump, pump some milk for the baby, sterilize the bottles (they were still in the package), take a shower, get my instruments and music from the car, write and… Continue reading Being unpleasant to the ones we love the most.
I’ve only been married for about two-and-a-half years, so I’m still getting the hang of this whole “domestic maven” thing. I mean, who knew that an apartment inhabited only by a wife, husband and toddler could get so dirty? Where does this dirt come from? I don’t remember inviting it in. One thing which I’m… Continue reading Top o’ the fridge to you
It used to be that when I thought of salad, images of iceberg lettuce would dance through my head. Or maybe Romaine, or mixed greens, or even spinach. The point is, there had to be leafy greens in the bowl for it to be considered a salad in my book. Then I married my husband,… Continue reading A salad by any other name…