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Healthy-ish Pumpkin Muffins

My girls take a snack to school every day, and it’s turned into a struggle. If they had their druthers, they’d happily eat nothing but yogurt-in-a-tube or Swedish fish every day of their lives, but, unfortunately for them, they don’t have their druthers. They have mine. (And at this point I don’t even know what a druther is. But let’s carry on.) They’ll take fruit to school, but only if they don’t have to bite into it (“We don’t have time for all that!” they wail). They’ll ask for a bag of Doritos, and I just laugh and laugh (“But [insert classmate’s name here] [and here] [and here] always gets to pack Doritos! Why can’t we?” they weep). And then finally I give up and throw some pretzels at them and tell them if they don’t like it, they don’t have to eat it, but that’s a waste of food and sorry, no, I don’t think your teachers would really appreciate if I…

Recipe: 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…

You Know What They Say (A Simple Spring Cake)

I was so, so happy when the email came through Friday to announce that school was closed for the day. It was the first day of spring, and in our part of Pennsylvania, the beautiful, warm weather of the day before had dissolved into…snow. A lot of it, all at once. My Facebook feed lit up with complaints, and a lot of fist-shaking at the sky, and mild cursing about the horrors of snowflakes in the springtime. Now, I despise, despise, despise snow with pretty much every sunshine-and-salt-water-loving cell of my body. But I love me a snow day. I don’t see why the two have to be associated with each other, but like a lot of stuff in life, a cruddy thing (SNOOOOOWWWW) often begets a good thing (no alarms! pajamas! kids building Legos and drawing pictures and making up plays!). Lemons and lemonade, and all. You know. So, I was in this hazy mist of happiness up until maybe 11 o’clock or so, when the oldest child got mad at the middle child for something or other, and the middle child dissolved into very loud, high-pitched…