I was going to post about cookouts on Labor Day, but the truth of the matter is, I haven’t unfurled our barbecue grill since my ex left. I’m afraid to use the thing since the time I tried to start it without supervision and singed the hairs off my arm. I’m just grateful that’s all I did, and I can laugh about it now, but propane makes me nervous. Just ask the manager at my first apartment. Every time the pilot light went out, I called the main office.
Anyway, we had some fun today at my house. After a pity party in which I bemoaned my lack of success with OurTime.com, I decided to get off my arse and go do something. As it turned out, I’d split up a bag of white potatoes I picked up at the farmer’s market, half for boiling, half for french fries. See, ever since we had Boardwalk Fries in Ocean City, I’ve wanted to make homemade fries, to prove to the boys that fresh food was way better than fast food. Read the rest of this entry
I love cheesecake. Or at least, I did before going gluten-free. Since then, I’ve had a sort of love/hate relationship with the dessert. While I could technically risk it and gnaw on the parts of the cheesecake that do not come into contact with the crust, there’s always the possibility of cross-contamination.
Well, that’s what I thought until a few days before Thanksgiving. Picture it, there I was in the middle of cookie aisle, picking up snacks for my boys when one asked for a package of holiday Oreos. I stared (longingly) at the crinkly wrapped container.
Then it hit me, if folks can grind up the famous sandwich cookie into a crust, then why couldn’t I do the same with a cookie that IS gluten-free. Read the rest of this entry
Please welcome Miranda West to the Chicklets today! She’s a wife, mom, and school teacher who wanted only the best food for her baby. Thank you for joining us today, Miranda, and sharing how you made baby Daniel’s food! (Please excuse the wonky formatting! :-) ) Read the rest of this entry