Here in America, where "super-sizing" and Value Meals are the norm, achieving a state of maximum fullness seems to be the goal. So, how do we teach our kids when to say "when" at the table?
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What if the lunch room was one less place for kids to feel isolated? Could this very same space create common ground? If everyone ate the same food, the playing field would be leveled.
Lots of thought and effort go into the meals we serve at home and on holidays. And, there is an equally serious and intense conversation happening right now about the profound impact that school foods have on the health of our children.
I'm a big believer in the family meal, in sitting down at the table and breaking bread together. I ate in front of the TV growing up and look how I turned out. I want my kids to have a better upbringing. Or at least a better sense of the place of family and food.
There's so much to enjoy about wonderful meals -- from eating well to learning the art of telling a great story -- that I consider it another important part of parenting.
There's a hilarious cartoon circulating on Pinterest with a woman hunched over in despair. The caption reads "Why do they want dinner every single night?" It's funny... because it's true.
It's a full 11 seconds between this little boy's first bite of a spicy pepper and the instant his face registers the resulting discomfort. But once he...
Often what's fast is unhealthy and unsatisfying. In the end, the time you save just won't be worth it. That's why I've made it my mission to make recipes that are speedy -- for the benefit of my family and any other parent who feels the mealtime frazzle like I do.
But I'm no employee. Cooking for my family isn't a job I can resign, any more than I can resign as my (mostly) sweet little boy's mom. Plus, he's 5. Harry's not the one who needs to make conscious changes; I am.
Here's a parenting conundrum for you. 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?