Julie Tilsner is a nationally-known humorist and parenting writer for the likes of Parenting, American Baby and Redbook magazines. She's written four books, including the best-selling "29 & Counting; A Chick's Guide to Turning 30" and "Planet Parenthood: Adapting to your New Life Form." These days she's spending a lot of time wondering why she can't cook like all the other moms. See what's burning at www.badhomecooking.com.
For a while now I've noticed that the kids aren't eating what I'm making them. I'll spend an hour or so in the kitchen, serve them, watch them take a few bites then ask to be excused. I end up throwing away plates of...
By now anyone who's interested in food and foodies will have seen Julie and Julia, Nora Ephron's block-busting film about Julia Child's years in France and the modern-day blogger who idolized her.
While I admire Julia Child (I have a 1965 copy of Mastering the Art of French Cooking from...
Although my mom really didn't cook, she did have a little recipe box, about six inches long and three inches wide; blue with flowers, I think, and a cover that hinged back and over when it opened. Inside were a number of index...
This isn't a blogpost about cooking. It's a post about socks.
Specifically about the four dozen socks in my house that do not match at all, and why every single time I wash socks, half of them disappear. It's about why neither of my kids can ever find socks that...
Do you get the kids to school on time, or do you let them be 10 minutes late so they can enjoy the highly-touted chocolate croissants you've spent the previous 12 hours preparing?
Trader Joe's frozen chocolate croissants pose just such the conundrum. This...
I can't resist buying beets at the farmers market. And I have nothing but the best intentions for them. I'll roast them! Pickle them! Put them in a salad! Oh the delicious nutrition! Plus we'll all pee red! W00t!
The little trog who sat in the high seat in his Batman cape and pirate hook hand and ate them for lunch and dinner is halfway through sixth grade now. He orders the chicken tenders off the adult menu and cleans his plate.
Because this is Valentine's Day and I have no one special to cook for this year, and I'm a grown woman with needs (hey! I'm talking food now. Eyes up here!), I'm going to fantasize instead about all the men who could cook for me. Professionally, I mean.
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