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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…

It’s a Fish Update: You Knew This Was Coming

Do you remember my fish post from last week? You know: that one? Well, friends, meet Finn and R2. They recently moved in to replace–yep, replace–Gilbert and Rey. Gilbert is currently residing in a small tank at a local pet store in what will be a lifelong time-out because our beloved Rey is currently residing in, well… Gilbert. Fish are fun. Our cute little active Gilbert turned out to be a homicidal crazy fish. After we discovered that Rey had been forced to merge with the Force, if you know what I mean, thanks to Gilbert’s sudden and horrific Hannibal Lecter tendencies, we tried to replace her with another goldfish. But the instant we placed the new fish, Finn, in our tank with Gilbert–we tried, we really tried–Gilbert started chowing down on him like Finn was the day’s sashimi special. The tiny psychopath had to go. (I thought about throwing the sadist fish in the creek. It seemed the most, er, humane way of getting rid of Scary Fish. But on our pre-creek-dumping trip to the pet store, Quinlan announced our plan to Kind…

This is How Menageries Start: A Tale of Two Goldfish

Here’s the setting: It’s Friday night, and we’re at a big Oktoberfest celebration on the grounds of the Carlisle Army Barracks in Carlisle, Pa. This is a tradition for us (there are lots of carnival rides and games and food trucks and beer here, so of course it’s a tradition. Prost! ) Here’s the scene: My girls run into some good friends of theirs, and there’s a big happy celebration. They ask to play the game with a goldfish as a prize. Now, David is off with Cian, chaperoning as he rides a kiddie ride, thereby leaving me unchaperoned around tiny little homeless animals (fish count as animals, right?). The girls only have to ask once before I’m forking over the five bucks for the family-sized bucket of ping-pong balls, and by the time David returns with Cian to discover his calm little world upended, Quinlan and her friend have both won a fish. The friend asks her dad if they can keep the fish, and because he’s a responsible adult, he says no. That leaves us, the irresponsible ones, with one adopted fish and one foster…