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Jennifer Margulis

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Eat Your Age in Salad

February 3rd, 2011

“You guys aren’t really into salad, are you?” My cousin looked dismayed. She was going to Hampshire College and we were living in South Hadley. She loved coming over for dinner but was disappointed by the lack of raw greens.

It’s not that I didn’t like salad back then. I did. I just hated making salads. It felt like it took forever to wash the spinach, dry the spinach, tear the spinach up … crinkle the spinach, shake the spinach, dance with the spinach, and do all the other things you’re supposed to do to the spinach. And that was just for the spinach. Then there were the cucumbers, carrots, peppers, apple, tomato, artichoke hearts, green beans, and all the other veggies to chop or grate or peel or what have you.

Ten years later, I’ve become something of a salad addict. I still don’t love making salads. They still feel like a lot of work. But I like eating salad so much that the hassle feels worth it. I especially enjoy leftover salad for breakfast. It’s too bad Hannah lives 344 miles away now, since we try to serve a salad at every dinner.

Right. Check. Good. Salad on the table. Mother eats salad. But what about the kids? How do you get them to eat their leafy greens?

When the kids were little I would play “Don’t Eat My Broccoli.” Put a piece of broccoli on the side of your plate and explain it’s your very special most delicious broccoli and ask them to please keep it safe for you while you get a glass of water. “No matter what, don’t eat my broccoli.” Lo and behold, when you return to the table, the broccoli has disappeared into the small child’s stomach.

Now that the kids (and I) are older, we have a rule: you have to eat your age in salad.

Etani eats seven pieces. Athena eats nine. Hesperus eats eleven. (Actually Hesperus is so grown up that she usually just heaps a bunch on her plate without bothering to count.)

Athena asks “Why don’t YOU have to eat YOUR age in salad?”

See all these gray hairs kid? I can’t count that high.

Do you love salad or choke it down? Have a favorite salad you like to make? And what are your tricks to get the kids to eat salad?

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How to Make a “Healthy” Cake

January 24th, 2011

I do not advocate celebrating half birthdays. That I made my daughter a half birthday cake, as I mentioned in this post, is a testament to said daughter’s dogged persistence.

Several readers asked for the recipe for the flourless chocolate cake with lemon curd frosting. This recipe is only slightly modified from Moosewood Restaurant Book of Desserts (which is hands down the best dessert cookbook I’ve ever had. I actually won this book from Words to Eat By. Thank you again Debbie!). This cake is almost like chocolate mousse. It’s gluten-free and delicious:

For the flourless chocolate cake:
1/2 cup of butter
6 ounces semi-sweet chocolate
2 ounces unsweetened chocolate
8 eggs
1/2 cup of agave
1 t pure vanilla extract
1/2 t salt

Preheat oven to 275 (or don’t. You don’t actually have to preheat ovens. Read more about that in this popular post, “7 Strange Things I Do In The Kitchen”)

Melt the butter and the chocolate, stir to avoid scorching, set aside to cool while you generously butter a 9-inch cake pan.

Separate the egg whites and yolks into two separate bowls.

Beat the egg whites until stiff peaks form. Set aside.

Beat the yolks, add the yolks, agave, vanilla, and salt to the melted chocolate mixture.

Fold in the egg whites until no trace of white shows (at this point the 11-year-old shrieks. “Mom! You’re stirring, not folding. Let me do that or you’ll mess up the cake!”)

Bake for 1 hour until the center is no longer wet.

If you plan to frost it with the recipe below, chill the cake first.

For the lemon curd (doesn’t that sound weird? I’ve never made “curd” before I tried making this. I’ve made it twice with great success and totally screwed it up once by not measuring the ingredients and by accidentally throwing the butter in at the beginning):

1 T freshly grated lemon peel (make sure you buy an organic lemon for this)
1/3 cup fresh lemon juice
3/4 cup turbinado sugar
3 eggs

1/2 cup butter

1 cup cream

Whisk together the lemon peel, juice, sugar, and eggs in a small saucepan. Turn on to medium heat and cook the mixture, whisking constantly. In about 5 minutes the curd will thicken. This cool chemical reaction is fun for kids to experience and if they take a turn whisking your arm won’t get so tired. Remove from heat. You could strain the curd through a mesh cloth to remove bits of peel and egg. If you do, I’m in awe. Then whisk the butter in a bit at a time. Refrigerate until chilled.

Use a serrated knife to carefully cut the cooled chocolate cake in half and spread a little less than half the chilled curd in the middle. Whip the rest of the curd with the cream and spread the lemon-y whipped cream on top. Chill before serving.

This is not a healthy cake!

But it’s easy to modify a cake recipe so that it’s healthy(er) and still totally delicious.

Here’s how:

1) Substitute some or all of the whole wheat flour for the white flour. If you have a wheat intolerance, you can substitute whole spelt flour. Whole grain flour is always better for you than bleached flour. It’s higher in naturally occurring nutrients and fiber and it’s better for your blood sugar levels. If you see flour that says “enriched” on the package that does not mean healthy. That means that the naturally occurring nutrients were taken out of the flour to make it white and that chemicals (in the form of synthetic vitamins) have been put in. Most people don’t realized this because enriched is such a, well, enriching word.

2) Use agave instead of sugar (except when you need the sugar to chemically react, like in the lemon curd recipe above. Agave doesn’t work there. I found out the hard way): Agave nectar, made from a succulent plant that is grown mostly in Mexico (the same plant is used to make tequila) is lower on the glycemic index than sugar and most other sweeteners. It also contains vitamins and minerals. Though some nutritionists object to it, I feel fine after eating agave-sweetened desserts whereas I feel terrible after eating sugar-sweetened desserts. Agave is sweeter than sugar so you can short it a bit.

3) Make your own confectioners sugar out of turbinado sugar. Turbinado sugar is not as processed as white sugar and some of the vitamins and minerals from the sugar cane plant are still present. Use this instead of conventional brown sugar (which is refined white sugar with molasses and other additives.) You can grind turbinado sugar in the blender to make confectioners sugar. You can also substitute turbinado sugar for white sugar in most recipes.

4) Add some healthy extras to the batter: I got this idea from Ruth Yaron’s Super Baby Food. You can add a tablespoon of ground walnuts, brewer’s yeast, kelp or even pureed vegetables to almost any cake recipe to make it healthier. I boil and purée apple, carrot, and broccoli and add that to pancake batter. Though Yaron’s recipes are often lacking in the delicious factor, mine are not! Just make sure you don’t add too much at the beginning as you experiment with this.

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Guest Post: Does Your Child Have This Allergy?

January 19th, 2011

“The. Sign. Says. No. Food,” a middle aged woman said through clenched teeth to my friend Pam and me. Pam and I looked at each other, slightly amused. We were with our kids in Northhampton, at the water park inside Look Park. The sign did say no food but our preschoolers were about to have blood sugar crashes and, besides, no one ever paid attention to the sign.

“My nephew has a peanut allergy,” the woman continued. “If someone eats a peanut butter sandwich near him, he could go into anaphylactic shock.”

An allergy to peanuts is no laughing matter.

This year in my son’s first grade class the teacher has noticed a record number of children have allergies. Allergies to peanuts, tree nuts, and food in general have been rising among children. According to the CDC, food allergies affect over ten million Americans. As much as eight percent of America’s children under three have food allergies. The American Academy of Allergy, Asthma & Immunology states that the peanut allergy, in particular, is the most common cause of food-related death.

One child with a severe allergy to peanuts is my friend Vera Marie Badertscher’s grandson. When she isn’t reading books to her grandchildren, Vera Marie Badertscher blogs at Tahoma Blog, where she and her co-author, Charnell Havens, talk about their book, Quincy Tahoma: The Life and Legacy of a Navajo Artist (forthcoming April 2011). Vera Marie also writes about her two passions—reading and travel—at A Traveler’s Library. Vera Marie Badertscher graciously volunteered to do a guest post about a new book that can help children better understand food allergies.

Children’s Book, The Pesky Peanut, Talks about Food Allergies
Guest Post by Vera Marie Badertscher

“You guys got any candy?” My three-year-old grandson burst into the house. He’s not into the finer points of etiquette, including hugs for grandma.

Just for Andrew, I keep a bowl of chocolate covered raisins.

Andrew can’t eat peanuts.

It’s a heavy burden for a three-year-old, who is still a budding conversationalist, to have to say, “I can’t eat that. I’m ‘lergic.” But at his young age, Andrew already knows that eating a peanut might mean getting red bumps all over his body, and feeling really sick, and sometimes even going to the hospital.

I can’t imagine childhood without peanut butter and jelly. But food allergies and intolerances have become so widespread that we of the peanut-butter-and-jelly generations have to learn new ways of coping.

Vera Marie Badertscher reading The Pesky Peanut to her grandson Andrew

Vera Marie Badertscher reading The Pesky Peanut to her grandson Andrew


Katie Corl, the mother of a young boy allergic to peanuts has written a children’s book, The Pesky Peanut: A True Story, to help parents, school personnel, allergic kids, and their friends understand how to cope. Corl’s son first showed signs of a food allergy when he did what all one-year-olds do. He smeared his first birthday cake all over his face. But in his case, the funny sight became serious. His hands and face swelled and turned red.
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Here’s an excerpt from early in The Pesky Peanut:

“When they arrived at the hospital, Kelly was taken to a room with bright lights and lots of people in white coats looking at him. After hours of testing, the doctors determined that Kelly was allergic to peanuts. The doctors informed Kelly’s Mom and Dad about the peanut allergy and asked them if Kelly had eaten any peanuts.”

The book avoids blaming anyone for the problems that beset allergic children. Instead it gives explanations of causes, symptoms and ways to cope.

“‘I … I … I don’t know,’ said Mom. ‘This has never happened before and I have never given a peanut to Kelly. All he ate today was his birthday cake.’ The doctors explained that even though the cake may not have been made with peanuts, it may have had traces of peanuts in it or could have been made in a bakery that used equipment that manufactures peanut products.”

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I particularly liked the reassurance that the book gives parents and kids, and the practical suggestions that are built in, like when Kelly gets a little older, his mom takes him to the grocery store and he learns how to read labels.

This passage explains Epi-pens (the injector for anti-allergen drugs):

“’You’re going to be just fine, Kelly,’ the doctors said with a smile.

The doctors gave Kelly an Epi-pen, which was special medicine that Kelly would need to use if he ever came in contact with peanuts. The doctors showed Kelly how to use the medicine with a teddy bear that they gave him. It looked like a fat pencil and would stop the swelling if he ate or touched a peanut.”

A web site called Allergic Child, helps parents cope with the challenge of severe food allergies. On that site, I learned that it is not my imagination that the problem has increased seemingly out of nowhere.

“From 1997 to 2007, the prevalence of reported food allergy increase 18% among children under age 18. Researchers aren’t currently certain why the prevalence has increased.”

It turns out that children are much more prone to problems if one of their parents has allergies. My son Mike, Andrew’s father, has been plagued with allergies all his life (inherited from me), although he escaped food-related allergies. His teen daughter from his first marriage, Amber, discovered when she was about six and bit into a pistachio that she could not eat tree nuts. (In her case, peanuts, which are legumes, are actually okay.)

Amber has a friend who can’t touch anything that has touched a nut. Amber’s allergy is relatively mild: although she can’t eat walnuts or almonds or other tree nuts, she can eat things prepared with nut oil.

Some researchers believe that children tend to grow out of their allergies, but finding out whether they have or not can be so complex that, as in Amber’s case, they just decide to continue avoidance–the best treatment, since there is no known cure. Because this problem has arisen so suddenly, research is scant and contradictory.

The Palo Alto Medical Foundation has a short, informative guide to peanut allergies on the Internet, and they state that unlike with other food allergies, 80% of children with peanut allergies will continue to face problems in adulthood.

Andrew grabs The Pesky Peanut from me when we’re through reading. He asks to take it home so he can look at it again. Always a good sign from the youngest book critic in the family.

Does your child have a food allergy? What do you think is causing the rise in food allergies among America’s children? (Some researchers believe that the increase in allergies may be because of the “too clean” lives our children lead with our avoidance of dirt and use of anti-bacterial agents. Others have argued that the build up of environmental toxins, like BPA used in plastics and to line aluminum cans, are overloading our children’s fragile systems. Another theory put forth by immunologists like Heather Zwickey is that the current childhood vaccine schedule, beginning with a vaccination for hepatitis B at birth, has contributed to the rise in allergies by overstimulating an infant’s immune system. Exclusive nursing for the first six months or longer, and extended breastfeeding, have been found to decrease the likelihood of allergies.)

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Fast Food is Killing American Children

January 7th, 2011

When he was 15, my older brother worked at Burger King. When I was 14 I worked at the local bagel shop, then an ice cream parlor.

Fast food restaurants rely on a steady supply of very young and unskilled workers.

Though my brother was glad to have a job and enjoyed taking orders, he didn’t last long at Burger King.

The low salaries, inconvenient hours, sometimes sadistic managers, and the often mind-numbing nature of a job at McDonald’s or Burger King make the fast food industry an undesirable place to work.

Even in this down economy, “Now Hiring” signs are everywhere. Turn-over in the fast food industry is high.

Even though the manager taught us to rip off customers by making ice cream scoops that were hollow inside and intimidated us by randomly weighing the ice cream to make sure we did not give too much, I always appreciated having a job as a teen, and I expect my kids will work. My brother remembers learning responsibility at Burger King. He was proud he got a paycheck every week, paid his taxes, and learned the right way to sweep a floor.

But according to Eric Schlosser, author of Fast Food Nation: The Dark Side of the All-American Meal, it’s not just brain-effacing to work in the fast food industry. It’s often dangerous.

In 1998, the year for which Schlosser compiled statistics, more restaurant workers were murdered than police officers on the job.

Because fast food businesses take in a lot of cash, they are easier to rob than convenience stores or gas stations.

Robberies are most frequent when the restaurants open in the morning and when they close at night. During these times there is usually just a skeleton crew of teenager workers and a manager opening or closing the stores.

Schlosser writes that hundreds of fast food restaurants are robbed every week, often by former employees, who must feel disenfranchised and abused by the industry that employed them in such unfavorable working conditions.

“In recent years: Armed robbers struck nineteen McDonald’s and Burger King restaurants along Interstate 85 in Virginia and North Carolina. A former cook at Shoney’s in Nashville, Tennessee, became a fast food serial killer, murdering two workers at a Captain D’s, three workers at a McDonald’s, and a pair of Baskin Robins workers whose bodies were later found in a state park. A dean at Texas Southern University was shot and killed during a carjacking in the drive-through lane of a KFC in Houston. The manager of a Wal-Mart McDonald’s in Durham, North Carolina, was shot during a robbery by two masked assailants. A nine-year-old girl was killed during a shootout between a robber and an off-duty police officer waiting in line at a McDonald’s in Barston, California. A twenty-year-old manager was killed during an armed robbery at a Sacramento, California, McDonald’s…” (86-87).

It’s not enough that fast food is contributing to the rise in obesity and juvenile diabetes among American children. It’s not enough that endangered rain forests are clear cut to raise cattle. It’s not enough that the cows that become hamburger patties suffer terribly while they are alive and are killed inhumanely. Fast food restaurants endanger our children by exposing them to the potential of being murdered.

It’s time for us to take our children elsewhere to eat.

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Are Your Kids Eating Secretions From the Anal Glands of Beavers?

July 13th, 2010

There’s been more candy eating and gum chewing in our house this week than after Halloween.

Partly because of the candy throwing at the July 4th parade in Ashland and partly because my mother-in-law was just here for a visit (note to Susan: this is not a criticism of you in any way. We had a wonderful time and want you to come back soon).

My kids aren’t just swallowing loads of refined sugar (linked to the huge increase of juvenile diabetes among children in the United States) and hydrogenated oils (so taxing to liver, heart, and other organs it’s considered by some to be a poison), they also maybe eating secretions from the anal glands of beavers.

This ingredient, used as a flavor enhancer in raspberry and other candies, is called castor or castoreum, and it’s been used as a food additive for decades. It’s made from the anal glands of beavers and considered non-toxic by the FDA for human consumption.

So many unanswered questions: Where are the beavers whose anuses are being harvested? And how do you extract the castoreum?

Maybe I don’t want to know.

Then there’s the gum. The bright blue shit the kids have in their mouths is actually made with plastic. Read Fake Plastic Fish’s excellent article on plastic in chewing gum for more information.

It’s summer. Magnolias are blossoming. Strawberries are ripening. We have fennel and oregano and parsley growing wild in the yard and bright yellow buds on the tomato plants in the garden. The long tentacles of lemon cucumbers are reaching out for a trellis to wrap themselves around.

But my kids are eating the anal glands of beavers and chewing on plastic.

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7 Strange Things I do in the Kitchen

June 16th, 2010

Not that kind of strange.

We spend a lot of time in our kitchen.

There are many reasons to hate our kitchen.

The floor is plastic, that horrible faux wood stuff that is supposed to be so easy to clean but is probably still off-gassing and disrupting my children’s endocrine systems.

The countertops are plastic.

Inside the cupboards the paint is peeling. Every time I look at it I think, “lead.”

But I spend more time in the kitchen than any other room in our house, except my office. I love to cook, I love to feed people, and I love to eat.

Here are some things I do in the kitchen that you probably don’t:

#1: I use the pizza cutter to cut burritos: If there is one gadget no family should be without it is a pizza cutter. You can nurse a baby and cut your older child’s food with one hand with a pizza cutter. You can cut pizza with a pizza cutter. We use our pizza cutter most often to cut burritos into kid-size pieces.

#2: I dump the silverware into the silverware drawer instead of sorting it: Try it. It’s a liberating experience. It’s expletive deleted awesome. It saves you time. It makes emptying the dishwasher easier. Plus my kids HATE when I do that so they inevitably sort the silverware. Just to be rebellious.

#3: I cook food in the preheating oven: It’s a well-kept secret that you don’t actually have to preheat the oven. Just set the temperature and pop the food in. I did that today with a frozen pizza and by the time the oven was preheated the cheese was nicely browned and bubbly and the pizza ready to eat.

#4: I make turmeric-spiced granola almost every time I use the oven: James, especially, eats a lot of granola. I used to make it in college and then forgot how for about twenty years. Then a woman I was interviewing for a story on energy saving ideas mentioned that an oven is more heat efficient if it has a lot of things in it and it’s easy to throw in a pan of granola. That reminded me that I knew how to make granola and I’ve been making it from scratch ever since. It’s so much cheaper and tastier than store bought granola. I usually spice mine with brain-healthy turmeric, ginger, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Our oven is lined with fire bricks to make it more heat efficient. We open it after we’re done baking and the radiant heat helps keep the house warm in the winter.

#5: I have my 9-year-old make the coffee: Athena is an amazing coffee maker. She grinds the beans in our hand grinder, heats the water in the electric kettle, and puts it all together in the French press like a pro. James is a coffee fanatic and we have a bazillion and a half coffee-making devices and then some. I drink decaf, irregularly, but am loathe to take the time to make it. (Did I mention we home roast the green coffee beans?) Athena, on the other hand, is always happy to make me a cup of coffee.

#6: I write in the family journal: We have a family journal that everyone in the family contributes to (Baby Leone has her newborn footprints in it) and that we ask house guests and friends to write in when they come visit. It’s part scrapbook, part photo album, part guest book, part drawing pad, and more. We actually keep it in the bathroom (the idea being that if you need to spend quality time in there, you also add an entry in the journal but no one but me follows that rule very closely). When the refrigerator gets too cluttered with cards and photos, I tape them into the family journal.

#7: I supply the baby with teething toys: A rubber spatula makes a great teether. As does a wooden spoon. Leone’s gums are soothed by all sorts of kitchen utensils.

What strange things do you do in your kitchen? What do you do in your kitchen that other people probably don’t?

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Obese Parents, Obese Children = A Big Fat Problem in America

June 8th, 2010

Thank you, dear readers, for the kind comments on yesterday’s post about our sleepless nights and Leone’s biting. Nursing has gone better today. I only offer when I am sure the baby’s hungry so she has no temptation to use my breast as a dog chew toy, and then I remind her to be gentle before she latches on. I think that, combined with the screaming and sobbing (mine) when she does bite me by mistake, is getting the point across.

This baby has yet to start on solid foods of any kind though she’s had a taste here and there. She ate a pea-sized amount of avocado with breast milk (yum) before losing interest the other day and tonight she ate a bit of roasted yam. She’s so funny about food. She grabs at it, puts it in her mouth, gets a very surprised look on her face, and then vigorously pumps her tongue in and out of her mouth to get the strange substance off.

Maybe because Leone is on the cusp of starting solids or maybe because of Michelle Obama’s campaign against obesity or maybe because James and I watched Food, Inc. (fun date night movie, not!) recently but obesity is on my mind.

Here are my questions:

Is it child abuse to let your children become obese?

Is it self-abuse to let yourself become so fat you can barely walk?

I can’t stop thinking about this New York Times article about the toll obesity in women is taking on women and their newborns.

The mom profiled in the article, who weighed 261 pounds when she was admitted to the hospital after having a stroke from obesity-related medical problems, mentioned that she was actually the smallest person in her family. Her brother weighed 700 pounds before having surgery.

According to the article, one in five women is obese when she gets pregnant.

Also according to the New York Times, one in three children in America is now considered to be overweight or obese.

How is this possible?

It’s so upsetting how we are harming ourselves and our children with the unhealthy way we eat in America.

Then I get mad. Not at the women who are suffering from obesity or at the children who are so sedentary and such unhealthy eaters that they are obese.

I get mad at an amorphous entity, the food industrial complex—the distributors that supply fatty sugary junky school lunches, the McDonalds and other fast food chains that serve Americans meat from sick and mistreated cows who were literally wallowing in their own feces while alive, and the overly subsidized industrial farmers who have such a stranglehold on what is grown in America that corn syrup solids are among the first ingredients in some baby formulas.

We need to feed our children food.

We need to feed ourselves food.

This seems so basic and obvious but most of the people I know—at least the ones bringing snacks for my son’s kindergarten class—don’t seem to get it. High fructose corn syrup is not food. Red Dye #40 is not food. Refined and processed wheat (aka white flour) also doesn’t count as food in my book. Anything unpronounceable on the label? Chances are it’s not food.

It’s good advice to read ingredient labels but even better advice to stop buying packaged foods as much as possible. (We’re striving to do this in our family though we don’t always succeed.) Instead of something that’s been processed and then wrapped in plastic, buy fresh fruits and vegetables that don’t come in a bag (or better yet pick them straight from your own garden. Mine has failed two years in a row but I’m trying again, damn it), eat nuts and dried fruits and beans and whole grains like brown rice and steel-cut oats (at the Ashland Food Co-op you can buy all of these foods in bulk), local eggs, and free-range, kindly treated meats (if you eat meat).

Oy, such healthy suggestions. I think I’ll go eat a chocolate bar before bed.

What are you feeding your kids? What are you feeding yourself? Do you think childhood obesity is child abuse? Who should we be holding accountable for our nation’s obesity problems?

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Are You a Pizzaholic?

March 24th, 2010

PizzaSliceMy mother-in-law has been visiting and we were all at a complete loss for what to make for dinner for the last night of her stay.

“PIZZA!” Athena and Etani shouted together.

“Pizza sounds good,” James and his mom agreed.

“I DO NOT WANT PIZZA!” Hesperus, 10, said “Pizza is, like, so boring. Pizza is stupid. I hate pizza.”

We ordered two extra large pizzas.

James ate a hundred pieces. Then for good measure he ate five more right before bed.

At 4:00 a.m. when the baby woke up to nurse, James was awake. And groaning.

“My stomach’s roiling and feels all hot,” he moaned. “I. Ate. Too. Much. Pizza.”

He had to get up anyway, to catch a 6:00 a.m. flight. His dad, who lives in upstate New York, is having surgery for throat cancer this Friday.

My kids are on Spring Break but Hesperus had a gymnastics handspring clinic that started at 9:00 a.m. Despite her adamant eye-rolling stance against dinner last night, she packed leftover pizza for a snack.

After she left, I made a grocery shopping list. I asked Athena and Etani what they wanted to eat this week.

“PIZZA!” they shouted in unison.

James’s first flight was cancelled because of the winter weather in Denver. But he managed to make it safely across the country.

He emailed during the lay-over in Philadelphia. “I just walked past a pizza place and had to restrain myself from getting a slice. ‘Oooh—pizza!’” He wrote. “I think I may be a pizzaholic.”

What’s your take on pizza? Do you love pizza as much as my husband and children do?! (Can you tell I don’t?) How often do you eat pizza? I’d love to read your thoughts in the comment section below.

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Don’t Eat My Broccoli

October 30th, 2009

See this broccoli? It's mine, all mine

See this broccoli? It's mine, all mine

This is one of my family’s favorite games. I take a piece of raw or steamed broccoli and ask one of the children to watch it for me.

“I really want this piece of broccoli,” I say. “It’s so perfect and delicious and I want to eat it up as soon as I drink this water. Could you keep it safe for me?”

My child nods seriously and promises to watch over the broccoli. There is no way he will let anyone else near it, he avers.

I turn away for my sip of water.

“Oh no!” I cry, seeing that the broccoli is no longer on his plate being kept safe. “WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BROCCOLI?!”

“I ate it.”

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