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Category: Recipes

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…

Furniture Tetris and–Finally!–Fruit Cobbler Green Monster

A few minor events happened today. For one, I caught the girls’ horrendous summer cold, which rendered me face down on the dining table this morning during breakfast, trying my best to answer my daughters’ usual rapid-fire questioning by mumbling through the tablecloth.   Also, I started clearing out Saoirse’s room in preparation for Quinn’s big sleeping quarters switcheroo.  We ordered the little one’s new bed this weekend, so it should be here in a couple of weeks.  I’m not too worried anymore about the girls themselves sharing the room–at bedtime, Quinn and Saoirse have been climbing under SK’s covers together to read books, and it takes the two of us to tear them apart–but actually trying to figure out how to stick all this furniture into one small room with baseboard heaters is like playing the world’s worst Tetris game, only with expensive wood.  Seriously, I may have teared up a little. Twice. Keep in mind a few months ago we thought we’d be in a larger house by now, but we all know how that worked out, which…

Green Monster, Cookie Dough Style

I make smoothies for the girls all the time. It’s become a routine, as part of breakfast or as a snack, with one little helper standing on the stool (she’s the one that gets first dibs on the yogurt spoon), and another who will bravely push the button to start the whole mess a-whirrin’.  But then I kept hearing people rave about something awkwardly frightening called a Green Monster smoothie.  A couple of food bloggers I follow can’t stop proclaiming their joy over these ugly concoctions, practically calling them miracle workers for all of of life’s ills:  colds, depression, jobs going down the tube.  Just drink a green monster, packed full of spinach and banana and calcium goodness, and you’re riding on a ray of sunshine with a unicorn as your guide. All of this green monster talk just happens to correspond with that little McDonald’s problem I was talking to you about.  I seriously don’t know myself anymore.  With my pregnancies with SK and Quinn, I ate ice cream and sweets like my place in this world depended on them (as it turned…