In case I forget to mention it later: this perfect and crazy-nutritious dinner is a tremendous hit with everyone in the family. Have I me...

The string makes it look like a real roast, doesn't it? Ben said, on Saturday, “This is the kind of day, if you could bite it, it...

I rarely recommend single-task bakeware, but this popover pan I'm recommending. I love ours. In other news, almost-12-year-old Ben wa...

Was yesterday. I turned 100 years old, and it was grand. Actually, it really was grand. Can I share? From Michael. Because I love flowers...

Does a little gnome live inside there? Maybe. Yay for chilly weather! Yay for rain and woodstove fires and soup, soup, soup, soup! Yay f...

Lisa! Number 49! A randomly generated integer! The Lisa who made a comment about Birdy's pea comment! Are you still out there? Please e...

"You should write about that ," my friend Maddie said last night, when I was describing one of our most common lame dinners. So M...

The melancholy is morphing into a more generalized melancholic strangeness. The sight of a toad in the woods--its small moist lumpy self hop...

First photoshop experience: air-brushing the gross stain off the pretty turquoise oven mitt. It looks perfect again! I just googled ...

We all commemorated 9/11 in our own ways, I know, and I am grateful as always for that diversity--even in our processing of grief and disast...

jam pot Where are my manners? Seriously. I knew there was something off about that request yesterday, and it was this: I forgot to bribe ...