Last week, my friend said she doesn’t think my son is a vegetarian; he’s a carbivore. He prefers mac-n-cheese, pizza, quesadillas, and penne–either plain and cold or with butter and sometimes parmesan. (To be fair, he also likes tostadas with tomato and avocado, steamed broccoli, cauliflower, and carrots, and will eat all sorts of fruit).
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In my continuing quest to make fruits and vegetables into comfort food, I adapted the meal I order every time I go to Hula Hut. If I were going to the restaurant, in addition to the salad combo of Chopped Salad and Mango Quesadilla, I would have chips and salsa and a margarita. Beyond making . . . → Read More: Summer Salad
The metabolic benefits of grief seem to have worn off. No, I know nothing scientific about metabolism or grief. What I do know is that many of the divorcing folks I’ve known lose a ton of weight without even trying. Why? In my case, the sadness was so profound there was no food that would . . . → Read More: Salad of the Week
Every time I make pasta salad, I feel stumped about what to put in it. I try to remember pasta salads I’ve liked in the past and what they actually had in them. So I decided to compile a list of everything I could think of that would be good, then I (or you) can . . . → Read More: Eat This: Everything (Vegetarian) Pasta Salad
The best thing I got from my high school/college boyfriend was this recipe for chile rellenos.
Whole Hatch green chiles Cheddar or jack cheese Eggs White flour Garlic powder Salt Pepper Oil for frying
Grate cheddar cheese (amount depends on hunger). Form cheese into cylinders so that cheese is together but isn’t packed too . . . → Read More: Eat This: Chile Rellenos
Some days I can’t win. Hell, I can’t even place. Not that I’m particularly competitive. It’s my four-year old who wants to race. “I winned Mama!” We race down the sidewalk, the driveway, up the stairs.
Kind of like I chased down the street pulling my garbage can this morning yelling, “I forgot! I forgot!” . . . → Read More: Not a Domestic Goddess
I spent the weekend thinking about death and fighting the urge to leave the present moment. It is easy to think I should fall in love, launch a business, or do something else big and significant right now. But that’s the trap, isn’t it?
I’m not talking about putting things off as if we have . . . → Read More: Reminder of Mortality
When I set the intention of losing 40 pounds by my 40th birthday, I had no idea I would be going on a divorce diet.
God knows I’ve gone on every other kind of diet: lemonade fasts made from lemon juice, maple syrup, and cayenne pepper; Herbalife shakes, the South Beach diet, and the longest . . . → Read More: Food is Not Love
A potluck is so much easier than a dinner party. Even if you like nothing else, you’ve made your own offering so you know there’s at least one dish you can eat. Also, potlucks are so informal that there’s no pressure to dress up. It’s about sharing the work as well as the pleasure of . . . → Read More: Have a Potluck