I have a very clear memory of begging my mom to leave the “brown stuff” out of our pancake batter. I was referring to (completely benignly flavored) wheat germ; I didn’t want her ruining my fluffy white pancakes with anything remotely healthy. I’d love to tell you I was five but I was probably...
The idea of “taco night” isn’t something we practice; they love tacos so I’m not sure why – maybe the dietary restrictions that would make me need to buy three different types of tortillas? Regardless, a family favorite with my crew – perhaps the family favorite, is nachos.
So strange, but I got bloodwork done for a routine physical and my cholesterol was slightly high. I realized I’d been eating more meat than ever, mostly because my husband likes it; that being said, he’d just watched that documentary on Netflix, Game Changer. He liked the idea of dialing down meat, finally taking...
OH my word. I think I ate at Pizza Hut once in my life, clutching my book-it coupon, but it was memorable. That greasy crust on the “personal pan pizza” was marked on my memory in a very intense way; when I saw this recipe in my ATK magazine I couldn’t wait to give...
