Category Archives: nutrition schmunition

I am now having very optimistic second thoughts about those cans of Funfetti frosting, assuming that kneading is involved.

So I picked up this little gem of a project a few days ago: Yes, indeedy. It is one of those prefab gingerbread house kits, the kind of which I have avoided for most of Aura’s childhood, simply because I couldn’t put up with what I knew would be Adam’s protestations: “A pre-made gingerbread house?…

Someone important told me that the orange stripe is full of Vitamin C. Maybe lycopene.

yummy autumn mix candy corn

Welcome to the end of October, renowned for one very important thing: candy corn. [I hear that you can actually buy the stuff year-round, but I choose to ignore this and maybe doubt it a little. I could look down the candy aisle, say, in March, but I need to hold onto what illusions I…

Let us all at least agree to agree that the Shamrock Shake is an entirely different animal.

ugg mcdonald

I have just now brushed off the old soapbox to bring up a subject that for some reason keeps bothering me: McDonald’s Happy Meals. Oh, wait. You probably think I’m going to talk about how unhealthy they are and how the sodium is through the roof and how the chickens are brutalized and LALALALALA I…

I’m telling you: It has not once offered me 50 cents off a box of Ring Dings.

Preschool’s been out for only a few days, yet the adventure pickings suddenly seem rather slim. This is in large part because Aura and I jumped the gun a bit on summer once the warm weather appeared on the scene, what with the mini golfing and the playgrounds and the hiking. (See how I sneaked…

Hey! I can tell you where to shove that salad!

As I was on the phone with my mom earlier this week, I found myself complaining endlessly. I moaned about how Aura needed to poop more, how the rain has been washing pricey mulch down our driveway, how companies are killing the planet by sending me a thousand catalogs a week. I was just ramping up for a good grouse…

Grrr, or why Rachael Ray needs to meet a bad end.

Hi. My name is Kate and I hate cooking.   And this was no big deal until Aura arrived. Before that, there was take-out and there was defrosting and there were Trader Joe’s meat+ beans+ sauce entrées, but dinner was never An Event. Once in a while, just for chuckles, we’d spend a weekend afternoon making an actual meal,…

Well, at least we'll go down smelling nice.

As far as vices go, I’m not exactly overloaded, at least in terms of wild vices that will lead to my downfall and eventually a heartwrenching yet ultimately inspiring true-story movie. I do drink what has to be an unhealthy amount of Diet Coke. Yet somehow I don’t see that translating into an award-winning screenplay. I mean,…

There wasn't even a whimper.

First off, happiest of new years to you all. Second: For those of you waiting with bated breath since the last post, please, unbate.  Deluxe Crackers were indeed cracked and we are all still in possession of our hearing. This may be because there was no crack.  I know for a fact there was no BANG,…

A Fruity Fairy Tale (Parenting Fail #48)

Blueberry face!

Once upon a long, long time ago, there was a princess named Aura. Princess Aura, newly introduced to the world of solid foods, loved fruit. Sure, sweet potatoes and minutely diced chicken were fine, but fruit! How could one love anything more than FRUIT? The kingdom rejoiced at the princess’s fondness for such healthy snacks, and the…