cooked in Jell-O, topped with pudding, covered in marshmallow cream, or more or less a bowl of mini-marshmallows.
My maternal grandma died of ovarian cancer when my mom was about 15, so I only know a handful of things about her. One is that it wasn’t uncommon for her to have her signature pie on the ready for … Continue reading
I had small talk at work beyond the cute thing my kid just did. The only way I could fall more in love with grilling was to raise my veggies steps away from the grill. Getting out of our white picket fence … Continue reading
Four years ago as my husband and I were nearing our first wedding anniversary and preparing to become parents, I added a mix of frozen vegetables to a box of Pasta Roni. A little taken aback, I think my husband … Continue reading
When I was growing up, my mom dreaded the 5 o’clock “What’s for dinner?” whine at least as much as I do now. So at some point after she began working full-time, she instituted Mom’s night off (AKA pizza night). … Continue reading
This fork-using, big chair-sitting (sans booster seat) peanut turns 18 months today! We couldn’t be more proud, and neither could she.