GIVEAWAY with Sheet Pan Suppers & Workman Publishing

If there is one topic my mom-friends and I can talk about ad nauseum it's what to make for dinner.  And how to find the time: time to shop, time to plan, time to cook.  When the whole family rolls home at 6pm (from work, from after-school care, from soccer practice and swim lessons and tutors and therapy and any of the other slew of things we all do in a day -- I mean, how do we do it??)...then there is the dinner to think of.  Most of my friends are avid home cooks, like me, and so we recipe-swap and share Pinterest boards and anything -- ANYTHING -- to make the process of feeding our ... [READ MORE]

Making Cake out of Beans (because we do crazy things like that in San Francisco)

On Saturday my sister and her girls came to town for the day (they live about 90 minutes north of here, on a bucolic hilltop in Santa Rosa).  We took a chilly morning walk along the Embarcadero with our strollers and ended up at the South Beach Marina playground for a spell, where Babygirl and my older niece took turns trying to get injured on the merry-go-round (aka, the Wheel of Pain and Tears).  My brother-in-law would be working for the next, oooh, twelve hours or so, and like any self-respecting mother of two toddlers facing an entire day of activity planning solo, my sister looked ... [READ MORE]

Some Thoughts on Weeknight Dinners, Recipes, and Too Much Parsley

I love my Cusinart Mini-Prep.  It's red. It's been a long time since I posted recipes on Less on the Floor, which is something I used to do quite a bit.  But if I see one more recipe for leftover turkey hash I'm going to start crying, so I feel compelled to counter the "creative use of leftovers" trend with some utterly non-holiday fare. This week or two is kind of a funny tween-time between Thanksgiving and the Mad Christmas Rush.  It's become part of the rhythm of the year, then, that my husband and I tend to hunker down in early December, to regroup as a family and maintain some ... [READ MORE]

Green Goddess Dressing and Mac and Cheese

My first year out of college I was a Kindergarten teaching assistant at an all-girls' school in San Francisco (which also happened to be my alma mater).  It was a job I landed somewhat by default, the result of being an alumna, and of having chased love and family over a budding career on the NYC magazine publishing scene.  (There was no magazine publishing scene in San Francisco in the early 2000s; there was a tech scene.  This lover of print had no West Coast prospects.) That said, in retrospect it was a beautiful year of self-discovery, in large part because of the amount of free time my ... [READ MORE]

Perfect

My husband's favorite month is October, and for the longest time I thought mine was too.  But strangely, I woke on November 1, 2014 feeling more optimistic than I have in months.  While LittleMan and Babygirl staggered through the morning-after-Halloween in their various states of exhaustion and sugar-fueled bursts of energy (or tears), I blazed around the apartment, tearing down the paper bats and skeleton bunting, tossing out tired-looking pumpkins, and eventually re-arranging all the toys and purging yet more "baby stuff" that no one plays with or wears anymore.  Practically whistling while ... [READ MORE]

In Search of Cupcakes

My daughter's crying is boring a hole into my brain. Back when I first had babies and researched babies compulsively, I read an article explaining that a child's cry ignites in its mother the same neurological and biological stress response as an emergency siren. In other words, a mother alone in a room with a crying baby might as well be trapped in an office during a fire drill.  Which is exactly as fun as it sounds. Before you jump to any conclusions, let me assure you that I have tried to comfort my daughter.  I have snuggled her cheeks, offered compromises, attempted "redirection" ... [READ MORE]

[hashtag]Bellyache

On Sunday morning I woke to the swish-swish-tap-tap of Babygirl's mosey to my bedside.  I could feel her standing next to me, waiting patiently.  As I willed my eyes to open, still blurry and bleary in the dawn, she whispered, "Here you go, Mommy," and thrust something towards my face. I registered the smell of mint.  "What's that, Babygirl?" I whispered back. "Here, Mommy, look.  I ate all your gum.  But that's okay, right Mommy?" Suddenly I was focusing, confirming that the object in her hand was, in fact, an empty packet of Orbit gum.  "Where are all the pieces?" I asked. "In my ... [READ MORE]