Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
Every year my mom and I tussle over how to make the stuffed mushrooms. She has her own recipe, and I’ve evolved my own, which I’ll share here so everyone can post in the comments that clearly it’s superior to…
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Dear Grandma L: It’s weird sometimes what we remember from childhood. I don’t know if you realized that some perfectly ordinary moments were the ones I’d recall. Things like the powdered packet of Lipton Noodle soup made for lunch. Things…
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“It’s been a while since I showed up on the blog,” I say to Hal, my amazing gourmet-chef boyfriend from the novel we both appear in, Honest And For True. “In fact, I don’t think you ever have.” Hal appears…
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Kiddo#3 came to me rather excited. “You have to see what they’re doing!” They were ants. In a rare moment of insanity, I’d allowed the kids to have a snack-sized bag of Doritos while playing outside, and a tiny triangle…
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My Patient Husband said, “Oh, I forgot to tell you my fortune.” He and a group of co-workers had gone to a Chinese restaurant for lunch, and in his fortune cookie he’d received a very special message. You are the…
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Last year, I posted my family’s super-secret recipe for Easter Bread, thus rendering it no longer secret, but it’s still super. I just slipped it into the oven now and realized I should remind you guys: make your Easter Bread….
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I tell people (joking, but with an absolute deadpan) that there’s only one way to eat an Oreo correctly, and that I refuse to consort with people who don’t eat it right. For the record, my own Patient Husband eats…
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Kiddo#3 has decided Star Wars Legos are the meaning of life. After buying a Star Wars Lego t-shirt (which he wears unless I forcibly remove it from him to toss it in the wash) he counted his money and he…
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Imagine my surprise to learn that despite my Italian heritage, I have no idea how to cook pasta! I picked up bags of pasta, $5 for five, at the Entenmann’s Thrift Store, aka The Very Dangerous Place. Those crumb cakes,…
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Last week we talked about angels and food, how it’s something totally unnecessary to them as pure spirits, but something they recognize as not only necessary for us but also symbolic. When my son was in the hospital a few…
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