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Don’t Ask Me If I Shouted “Opa!”

I set the kitchen on fire two nights ago. David was in Atlanta for work, and the kids and I had stopped off at the grocery store after school to pick up some fresh food to cook for dinner. It’d been a week of scraping together leftovers and take-out, so I was actually excited to get back to a routine. I’d found a recipe for zucchini noodles in an avocado pesto sauce (Don’t laugh. I like that kind of stuff, okay? STOP LAUGHING), and picked up some burgers to make for the kids, because I’m not a monster who only feeds my kids zoodles.  It was seriously the perfect afternoon. The kids played outside (Quinlan just learned how to ride a bike, which means that she pulled her old, too-small bike out of the garage, got on it, and started pedaling–because that’s just how the Mighty rolls) while I put the groceries away and started dinner. They’d gotten their homework finished, and we had a wide-open evening ahead of us, and I’d promised them a cozy dinner and then some time…

And Then I Told Them Don’t Ever Use That One in School

So you know that little year of awesome I’m trying to chase down? This whole getting back to basics so I can be a better person/mom/citizen? Let me just give you a quick update, based on a conversation I overheard between Saoirse and Quinlan.  The scene: We’d just gotten home from school, and we’re sitting at the kitchen table. I was helping the girls sort their homework and Saoirse was talking about a recent dance-a-thon her school held as a fundraiser for cancer research.  In passing, Saoirse mentioned that she didn’t know some of the songs played during the thon: “We didn’t get to pick any of the songs, because I think they let fifth graders got to do that.” There was a pause. “They had bad words in those songs,” she said.  “What?” I said, taken aback. “They did?” And before I could stop myself, “what words?”  Saoirse looked at me sideways and smirked. “I heard the s word!” Quinlan perked up at this. “What’s the s word?” &#8220…

Cooking! (And Then Totally Cooling, Because It’s Hot Out): Sesame-Peanut Noodles

We were on vacation in the Outer Banks this summer when we ducked into Upside, a restaurant in Corolla, which, although clearly not the place whose employees ordinarily might jump up with glee and clap when a family with three small kids comes waltzing in, smiled and made room for us all the same. They had a special on the menu that night, a sesame noodle salad with some sort of scallops on top, and ever since we came back home in July I’ve been trying to recreate them (just the noodles–I could never recreate those scallops).Here’s the problem, though. These noodles–any sesame noodles, I think, because I’ve been trying them all–are, while incredible, not for everyone. My darling husband (you know him as David), holds a bit of an icy  place in his heart when it comes to cold noodles. He just doesn’t appreciate–nay, understand!–the concept. And when I, the primary cook of our family, sets a plate of this stuff down in front of him at 6 p.m. on a Wednesday night–a sweltering, humid, miserable kind…