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Really Awesome Banana Blueberry Pancakes

I have no story to tell you, except that I was looking for a good-for-you pancake recipe online–one that was big enough to ensure lots of leftovers I could use for breakfast on school days–and found on on 100 Days of Real Food that seemed like a great start. (Bonus? All you need is one big bowl, a whisk, and a griddle.) Pancakes, like French toast slices, are easy to freeze and reheat–just separate them with aluminum foil, slide them into a plastic bag and freeze. When you’re ready to reheat, just take out as many slices as you need (don’t skip the foil step, or else the pancakes will all stick together and you’ll find yourself saying very non-morning-appropriate words as you throw the mangled mess into the garbage) and pop them into the toaster. Voilà–breakfast is served. Only? We didn’t have any leftovers. These things were so good we–I mean, the kids, of course–devoured them all one sitting. So much for that idea. Whole Wheat Banana Blueberry Pancakes (adapted from 100 Days of Real…

Eat This: Chocolate-Covered Bananas

These bananas–or at least, the idea of them–is what began my foray into a life of cooking for others (and enjoying it, for the most part). Picture this: David and I as newlyweds, sitting around our overpriced loft in Baltimore, watching TV because we were young and not in school and had no kids nor money (see: overpriced loft. Also, teacher’s and beginning sales rep’s salaries. Also, student loans. Also, a bad habit of eating sushi too many times a week instead of saving said lack of money or moving to a smaller, better-priced apartment. Finally, also see: young and dumb). When I was single, a big night of cooking for me was, say, making boxed mac-‘n’-cheese with some microwaved spinach thrown in (I still love this. I know, you can never trust my cooking recommendations ever again), or quick tacos made with fake ground beef, eaten all by myself at the cute bar of the smaller, still overpriced Baltimore loft I rented before I married that tall handsome guy you see when you come over to visit. So when David came along, and with an appetite…

You Say Frittata

We’re eating a looot of eggs around here.  I  mean,  a lot.  The ladies at the farmers market are already moving to the cold case by the time I approach their kiosk on Fridays.  Which I guess is a good thing, since they’re all sorts of healthy (the eggs, not the ladies, I mean, though I’m sure the women are great, too).  But I’m making a bit of a switch from just throwing them into cookies (we also eat a loooot of cookies.  Stop lecturing me) and using them as meals.  What meals, you ask?  Because I know that you, sitting there (hi!) in front of your laptop, taking your only 15-minute break of the day while the baby sleeps, would so rather be reading about eggs than, say, Kim Kardashian getting flour bombed at an event (flour? really?  That’s not very nice, people.  I imagine that stuff is a pain in the butt to wash out of hair extensions). So back to the eggs.  You know how you read all these articles about the magic of creating salads with all the leftovers you find in your fridge?  That…