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Jamaican Jerk Fish with Pineapple-Coconut Rice

Rachael Ray and her show 30-Minute Meals was my jumping-off point to learning how to cook: she just made it look so easy, especially for someone like me who would proudly make herself mac-n’-cheese out of a box, throw in some microwaved spinach, and call it a well-rounded meal (can you blame me? Carbs, protein and a vegetable, right? Wasn’t that supposed to be wholesome?). My dad tried to teach me how to cook when I was in high school, but that didn’t go so well, because a) I had a bit of a “Why are you teaching ME to cook and not my brother, huh? Is it because I’m a GIRL?” attitude we couldn’t quite move past, and b) my father and I didn’t exactly jive in teacher-student situations, partly because he really enjoyed giving direction and partly because I kind of despised being the one directed. I was a fun teenager. Once I got to college, I didn’t have to learn how to cook, because college came with such things as a cafeteria, Amore Pizza and ramen…

Chocolate Marshmallow Cookies

Last week we got about five inches of snow, and when my husband asked if I was going out with the kids when they went to play in it I…well, I laughed. Snow is lovely and pretty and peaceful, but only when I’m inside a warm house, with a book in my hand, looking at it. My kids were so disappointed when I didn’t put on thirty different layers and snow pants and impossible-to-tug-on boots after I wrestled them into theirs. On days like that they want me to be outside with them, sledding and building a snowman and having snowball fights and all of that ruddy-cheeked nonsense that people who enjoy frostbite like to do. See, here’s the thing: you have to not mind the cold to enjoy the snow. I don’t like to be cold. I think cold-enjoying is left to people who are either insane, or live in Wisconsin. So: inside I stay, where there are books to read and a fire to sit by and snacks that don’t require thawing out. I will make the requisite hot chocolate when…

Somebody Ate All the Crab Chips, Too

I have to be honest with you: unless they’re eating fruit or celery or something gloriously healthy (“Mom? Do we have anything else?” “NO.”), I make most of the snacks we give our kids. I know. I’m rolling my eyes at me, too. But bear with me as I explain. David and I are trying to consciously cut back on all the trash we produce (well, mainly me. David tries but he really likes Pop-Tarts and those Herr’s Crab Chips, and there’s no zero waste aficionado on earth who can convince him to, I don’t know, dig his own potatoes and make his own. Though I’ve probably tried). I know it sounds hippie, but I’ve always been like this, really, and well…I don’t know. We’re trying. If I can fill a thermos instead of buying a water bottle, I’ll do it. I’m not crazy, just inherently guilt-ridden. Anyway. So. Because of my naturally hippie ways, combined with a way-too well-versed knowledge of all the different forms of MSG…