Taste the (healthy!) rainbow

Taste the (healthy!) rainbow

The latest rage at our house isn’t candy. Or even the colorful vegetables that might end up spit-splattered across your blouse if baby isn’t into beets. No, this exciting new pick is healthy, delicious, beautiful, and handy.And, honestly, kinda half candy...
Maia – Not your average yogurt

Maia – Not your average yogurt

I’d like to think of myself as somewhat of a yogurt connoisseur. I grew up on Dannon and over the years have tried everything from the healthy and organic to the junky and gimmicky. And apparently I’ve passed on the yogurt gene to my son because the first...
Eat better, live healthier: ChopChop

Eat better, live healthier: ChopChop

I’m not going to bore you with facts and figures about childhood obesity in America, because we’ve all heard it before. What I will tell you is that there is little my kids enjoy more than receiving their own mail, and in particular, magazines addressed to...
Mommy, where do organics come from?

Mommy, where do organics come from?

This here city mama is lucky that my children have grandparents in the country who grow tomatoes and kale and sweet peas and wild strawberries, so that they can learn that no, vegetables do not come from aisle 3. I’ve always thought that learning about food,...
Fruit on hand that makes it into their mouths

Fruit on hand that makes it into their mouths

I once packed the same apple in my son’s lunch for an entire week. Every afternoon it was still there, and he’d promise to eat it the next day, and then he’d bring it home again. And it’s not even that he doesn’t like apples, but as he...
Time for Lunch to slow down and get real

Time for Lunch to slow down and get real

Next month Congress is going to be revisiting school meal program guidelines, and the more parents and kids they hear from before they do so, the greater the chance that our schools will have real food (what a concept) to offer our children. That includes my own...
Baby’s first cookbook

Baby’s first cookbook

I confess; I made my own baby food. But just so we’re clear, I was less a domestic goddess and more a garden-variety control freak. I spent late nights cooking and chopping and freezing, and honestly, I took no joy in it whatsoever. Boring.But that’s only...