GAG…

OK so the title doesn’t quite characterize the tone of this post.  It’s the unfortunate yet comical name I came up with for tonight’s dinner: Gouda, Asparagus, & Garlic frittata! First, the back-story: a couple of weeks ago I wrote about the joy of a farmers market and my purchase of fresh asparagus.  So tonight…

Daddy Can Burn!

Father’s Day is particularly significant in our family because my sister & I were raised by our dad. Yes, many family members helped when he called but it was dad who kept a roof over our heads, doled out discipline and put clothes on our backs. He taught us some of the typical dad things…

To Market, To Market

A few months ago my family moved a whole 30 miles south of where we had initially settled in New Jersey.  It’s closer to work for me, and close to office friends who also live in the area and have children of all ages.  Not only will this give my daughter some friends outside of…

A Battle Over Breasts In Newark, NJ

This is a companion piece to Calandra’s post today on mortarnbrique. Over the weekend I read an article on TimeHealthland that left me a little perturbed.  The article, titled Can a Formula Company Really Promote Breast-Feeding and Fight Child Obesity?, discussed the criticisms that Newark Mayor Cory Booker has recieved in his decision to accept funding from…

Monkey See, Monkey Do

25 years ago this week, my mom died from Hodgkins’ Lymphoma. I was nine years old, but with my sister’s birth 2 years earlier and between the wonder of a new baby and mom’s multiple visits to the hospital I really only got 7 good years with her. Specific memories are vague but I do…

Crossing the Line

Earlier this week a colleague circulated a story that concerned me.  I sat on it for about 4 days, deciding whether or not to write about it here.  But finally I think it’s time to say something. The reason I sat on this article is because I try very hard to keep my personal and…

What the Crock??

For Christmas this year my husband gave me a Crock-Pot cookbook.  For some women any kind of cookbook as a gift from her husband would result in one of the following questions: “Wait, does this mean you don’t like my cooking?” “So what are you saying…I don’t cook often enough?” and so on.  But since…