Last week, we flew to Denmark to attend Lars’s farewell dinner in Copenhagen.
I’d gone there with the best of intentions. Having recently joined the FitBit generation, I was determined I wouldn’t overeat, and that I’d get tons of walking in, to off-set whatever extra calories I’d inhaled on the trip.
I didn’t even make it out of the Arrivals Hall in Copenhagen. Continue reading
Today, Christians will be observing Good Friday, while Jewish families will gather for the first Passover seder. Those two events don’t coincide very often, but in fact they’re very closely related, in an historical sense.
You see, Jesus was a Jew, as were his disciples. And the night they sat down to what’s now called “The Last Supper,” they were really celebrating Passover. Continue reading
Do you have a diet danger zone? By which I mean a time of day when your hunger catches up with you, and you suddenly feel like you could eat a horse (or equivalent in chocolate)?
Only a month after everyone else, I decided to begin my yearly detox in February. February’s a great month to tackle New Year’s resolutions, as by this time, no one’s piping up with didn’t you say you were on a diet?, or whatever happened to you going to the gym? I thought you were doing that this month. Schmucks.
To do this, I needed to find a week where there was no husband around. I didn’t want to have to watch him eat steak and drink red wine; I’m sure he didn’t want to watch me eating quinoa and drinking wheatgrass shots, either. Continue reading
Over the years, I have come to accept a sad truth: I will never be a great baker.
I think I got my baking skills from our mother, who made excellent breads, very good pie crusts, amazing fruitcakes, and the most amazing shortbread cookies in the world…and that is all. Those were her four signature baked dishes—any other baked goods that came from her kitchen started life in a box with the name “Duncan Hines” or “Betty Crocker” stamped on the front. Continue reading