I tend to be easily persuaded, to believe the person I am listening to at the moment. I am a people-pleaser by nature and that seems to come with the territory. But when it comes to the truth about the…
Try this easy, refreshing summer treat for your holiday BBQ this weekend:
Key Lime Cake
Use two or three 9-inch rounds.
1 lemon cake mix
1/3 cup vegetable oil
3 eggs
1/2 cup orange juice
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I am attending a Memorial Day BBQ today, just like 99% of Americans- you included. Eating gluten-free can sometimes be a challenge when eating at picnics and potlucks and other group gatherings. So tomorrow, I will be bringing this salad…
I remember reading my favorite Peter Walsh book, Does This Clutter Make by Butt Look Fat, last year and being struck by Peter’s connection to life clutter (stuff, time, commitments, mental clutter) and our health and weight. Wow,…
Last week A went to one of our favorite places – a functioning 1890′s farm. He went there because they were making Maple Syrup from start to finish. He got to see them tapping the sap from the trees,…
When I was diagnosed with Lupus a year ago, my Hubby and I started to take a hard look at our lifestyle and food decisions in an attempt to get all of us to a healthier place. We signed up…
I am now 13 weeks pregnant and have already used up 1/3 of the pounds I am allotted to gain this pregnancy. While I’m not a stickler about my weight while pregnant, I don’t want to risk health issues to my baby…
My husband David and I loved eating out before we had our first baby. We would enjoy leisurely dates over candle lit dinners of brie and red wine, or stop by a sushi bar for some edamame and tuna nigri.…
Fall is the perfect time to break out that slow cooker and all those yummy recipes that fill your belly and warm your soul. Here are a couple favorite recipes from my stash and some friends’ (fellow Dupage Mamas) favorites…
Blessed is the parent whose child skips the picky eating stage.
I had prematurely counted myself among this kind when my 1½ half year old son was happily chomping down whatever I’d place in front of him. Never would I have to suffer through the kids’ menus, the freezer packs of chicken nuggets, the plates of plain buttered noodles. I was convinced that we were somehow different. How wrong I was. Our good eater turned two and the “no green stuff” era (as in quesadilla, no green stuff) began. To combat this scourge, I consulted all the experts and tried everything.
