Jenn

There is a box of granola sitting on a shelf at just about every grocery store in Connecticut right now, and it looks healthy. It has words like “natural,” “wholesome,” and “harvest blend” printed right on the front. But flip it over and read the nutrition label, and you will find more sugar than a […]

There is a window of time in our house — somewhere between 3:00 and 5:00 in the afternoon — where all four of my boys descend on the kitchen like they have not eaten in three days. It does not matter what we had for lunch. It does not matter that lunch was two hours

There is a moment that happens in every Connecticut mom’s week — usually somewhere between Tuesday afternoon and Thursday evening — when the snack situation becomes a full emergency. The boys come off the trail, in from the yard, or up from the basement, and they are hungry. Not a little hungry. Hungry in that

There is something about a big pot of pasta on the stove that makes my whole house feel warmer. The steam rising, the smell filling every corner, four boys suddenly appearing in the kitchen asking what is for dinner — it is one of those small, ordinary moments that I genuinely treasure. But for years,

Some mornings in this house feel like controlled chaos from the second my feet hit the floor. My 6-year-old wants breakfast immediately, my 10-year-old is already asking what we’re doing for homeschool, my 12-year-old is hunting for his water bottle, and my 15-year-old is moving at the speed of a glacier until he gets food

There is a jar of store-bought salsa sitting in the back of almost every refrigerator in Connecticut right now. I know because I used to keep one too. And then I started reading labels. Between the high fructose corn syrup, the sodium levels that make your eyes water, and the preservatives I could barely pronounce,

Taco night in our house is basically a religious experience. And I mean that in the most literal and loving way possible — when I call out that tacos are on the table, all four boys appear from wherever they were hiding like it’s a miracle of loaves and fishes. My husband is right behind

There is a window of time on busy weeknights in our house — somewhere between the end of our last homeschool lesson and the moment four hungry boys start circling the kitchen like they have not eaten in three days — where I need dinner to happen fast. Not fast food fast. Just fast enough

There is one vegetable that has earned a permanent spot in my Connecticut kitchen, and it is not the trendy one you see all over food magazines. It is the humble sweet potato. Inexpensive, filling, nutritious, and — this is the part that matters most when you are feeding four hungry boys — genuinely delicious

What a Week This Is Going to Be Sunday afternoons in our house have a rhythm to them. Church in the morning, a big lunch, and then somewhere around 3 o’clock, I’m standing in the kitchen looking at everything I hauled in from the grocery store and thinking through how we’re going to eat well