Iris has been eating like a horse, or at least a shetland pony. On Monday, for example, she had a whole waffle, a sausage link, and a cup of OJ for breakfast. Then we went to the Children’s Museum, and on the bus she had a handful of Veggie Booty and a cup of milk. […]
I had to return the chipotle-marinated chicken skewers to Trader Joe’s. Don’t they sound good? Well, they weren’t: dry, white-meat chicken without much flavor. I should have known. I enjoy chicken breast in the form of chicken marsala or francese, but on a stick? Not its natural habitat. So I brought the box up to the […]
I think this is as good an insight into the mind of a three-year-old as anything. When we were at QFC the other day, Iris zoomed in on a product called Wacky Mac, which is nothing more than rotini in four colors (white, orange, green, reddish-purple; I assume probably the purple is from beets and the […]
Whenever we go to Pok Pok, which is not often enough, Iris eats approximately her weight in sticky rice. Unfortunately, all-you-can-eat rice has to be a special treat because is tends to cause her negative digestive consequences (I can hear the smirks all over Asia now), but she gave a me a guilt trip last […]
Just in case you had forgotten why the feminist movement began, this should refresh your memory: Cooking Terms and What They Mean (1949) Remember, sometime in your cooking career you will be called upon to make SCALLOPED CAULIFLOWER. And if you fail, well, Margie, let’s not get into that.