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“Wine Country” Spinach Salad with Wild Rice Grape Pilaf and Halloumi

Here’s a lunch recipe for you if, like me, you are are a delightful weirdo who enjoys Food in Bowls. I’m the only person in my family who likes food this way: eaten from a big vessel, all piled together, like a salad but more interesting than a salad, and with the freshest ingredients you can find. Meals like this often take more time to put together than your usual PB&J, but I’ve found that doubling the recipe works well if you store the base ingredients (in this case, the dressed rice pilaf) in a separate container than the toppings (here, the spinach salad as well as the cheese) in the fridge. I suggest doubling because a lunch like this make you never want to slap some peanut butter on a slice of tired bread ever again. Just trust me. I bought food blogger Allison Day’s cookbook Whole Bowls after I saw it pop up in my Instagram feed, and it quickly became my favorite cookbook purchase last year by far: all of the recipes are vegetarian, and each bowl–as the name of her book suggests–is…

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…