Last week one of the kids said, “Mom! You should write about this on your blog!” And I responded, “Do YOU want to write about it on my blog?” They said sure. This first blog is by Mary, telling the story of last week when we made homemade lemonade (which we only did because I
Every year I plant at least three jalapeño plants and harvest buckets of jalapeños every week. This recipe is why. I love jalapeño poppers. Years and years and years ago I posted my very favorite jalapeño popper recipe. You can find that recipe here. It’s still a phenomenal recipe, but I haven’t made it since I posted
Suburban gardening is almost exactly like urban gardening. The only differences are that we don’t keep up with new music and we pay lower taxes. After nearly two years of barely doing anything to take care of our yard, Tom and I devoted several weekends to mulching, weeding, and getting our garden started. We removed
Here’s a confession: I don’t know who’s playing in the Super Bowl. Ok, that’s not completely true. I know the Patriots are playing thanks to social media and my friends who do not like the Patriots. Other than that? I have no idea when or where or who. But regardless of all that, even though I truly
This summer, in the strip of yard where we grew pumpkins last year, we planted watermelons. We decided on a watermelon because when I left to go pick up a few seedlings, Thomas shouted, “I want watermelon!” Certain that what he meant wasn’t “I want watermelon NOW,” but instead, “I want to plant a watermelon
How’s you’re vegetable garden doing these days? It’s late September, hot, muggy, and how my garden’s doing can be summed up by, “I forgot about my garden.” Every year, every single year, in the springtime I am positively giddy about planting a garden. Then after three crippling months of heat and humidity and weeds and vine borers,
It’s mid-July, and right on schedule we have homegrown tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers from our garden. We didn’t plant much this year. We have a small space for our garden, but more importantly, I was trying to be realistic (for once) about my ability to maintain a garden. I tried to be really thoughtful about
While on a walk a few weeks ago David noticed a bramble of blackberry bushes. The berries weren’t ready, the branches were covered in white flowers and tightly-packed clusters of green and pink, so we promised to come back in a few weeks. When we did, we found the bushes heavy with black, shiny berries.
When David was a baby I used to make Cookie Dough Popsicles all the time. We would eat lunch together and then for dessert we would share one. It’s a sweet memory of that time, when he was little and an only child. That was six years ago, and lunches are a lot different now.
Sometimes when I’m in a conversation, I can’t find the word I’m thinking of, so I say, “Sorry, I forget words, but you know what I mean?” And sometimes they offer the very obvious word that I have not been able to fish from my brain of mush, “Were you going to say you took