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Browsing Tag: flexitarian

Good Thing She Doesn’t Eat Hamburger

We were at the dinner table. “Mom, look at the geese!” Saoirse suddenly exclaimed.  She pointed out the window to a flock flying over our house, causing Quinn to gasp at all the excitement.  “I love the birds.” She paused, forking another heaping mound of chicken taco chili into her mouth. “Mom?” Saoirse asked.  “Do people eat birds?” I watched her, chewing happily, then looked at Quinn, who was shoving forkfuls of the chili and rice into her mouth at an alarming rate. “Um,” I said, stalling. “Do you mean birds that fly?” “Yeah!” “Um.” I swallowed. “Some people do,” I said.  “Eat birds that fly.  I don’t, though.  I don’t eat birds that fly.” “Uck.  That’s GROSS.” She took another bite of her chili, content with her analysis. “Well, you know…” I decided to continue, already feeling a little guilty that David wasn’t home from work yet to witness this conversation–or stop me from where I was leading it.  “…chicken’s…

Who You Callin’ Chicken?

I roasted a chicken Sunday, and as you know by now, it was not an easy feat. Actually, let me clarify: roasting a chicken, and some vegetables and potatoes to go along with it, is probably one of the easiest, least prep-necessary meals out there. However. I told you in the beginning of the year (you remember, don’t you?) how I read Kathleen Flinn’s The Kitchen Counter Cooking School and it changed the way I cook and grocery shop. Gone are the bags of produce that seem good at the time but end up in the trash in two weeks. The only packaged, overly processed foods I buy now are the “travel snacks” for the kids–you know, pretzels, animal crackers, and back-up meals like organic mac and cheese. I’ve bought one loaf of bread in two months. I’ve tried (and epically failed) to make sandwich bread two times. A friend of ours, Lisa, who’s this extraordinary wonder woman who’s smart as a whip (not quite sure what that means, except that she’s really, really smart) who homeschooled four really awesome…