Of This Fantastic Peach

It would be easy to forget the bones of last year, to search for new recipes and fresh ingredients. But toward the end of each January, my mother would haul…

Pickiness is why “What’s for dinner, Mom?” drives me crazy. It’s the expectation that not only will a meal magically appear on the dinner table every night, the meal will…

It’s a timeless tradition here in the northern woods. When the sun slips behind the ranks of spruce and birch and the swarms of mosquitoes take flight, we scour the…

So where are the popular role models for kids like Jon who crave adventure as well as fantastic do-it-myself meals? Where’s the inspiration for kids—boys and girls—who eat danger for…

We have our share of mealtime battles, but yogurt-wise, we’d enjoyed a quiet innocence, a simplicity of pure, unadulterated yogurt. So why, why, did I pick that first box of…

The shift I seek during long, cold January will eventually arrive. The kids will grow. The earth will tilt. Green will sprout from garden beds and flourish into bitter-sweet salads…

Can tradition be transplanted across oceans, seasons, and generations? Can immigrant and expat families uphold tradition when surrounded by vastly different foods and cultures? What, in the end, makes tradition…

As summer falls into darkness, the Celts believed spirits could pass into our world. They etched faces into vegetables – usually turnips – to welcome deceased relatives and ward off…

My kids are not stew fans — too many foods touching each other. All three boys, however, chopped the vegetables with swash-buckling vengeance. Once bubbling on the stove, our stew…

Yes, your food columnist christened her new kitchen with that old Kraft standby — and ketchup. In retrospect, I think this humble meal an appropriate launch to my new culinary…

Nourishing our children is a mother’s most primal instinct. The urge to provide begins at conception with the awareness that what feeds our body also builds our child, and continues…