"The only real stumbling block is the fear of failure. In cooking, you have got to have a what-the-hell attitude." ~ Julia Child

eat ALL the food!

eat ALL the food!

Dear children:

Now that you are nearly grown, I must ask you to take responsibility for feeding yourselves. Indeed, one of you is legally an adult and the other is fully two feet taller than I am. You can fend for yourselves, and I, your mother, have made it easy for you to do so. Because that is still my job.

I am going to work in a few minutes. And as the two of you slumber peacefully as only those early into summer vacation can, allow me to offer this list of what is available for you to eat when you decide to finally arise for the day.  Please do partake of any or all of the following foodstuffs. For I have purchased them with the idea of feeding you in mind.

There is:

Bacon, farm eggs, bagels, cream cheese, butter, cheese of several sorts, yogurt (the kind you, boy, have indicated you will eat). There is bread. There is frozen fruit for smoothies. There is a mango on the kitchen table and a cut up cantaloupe in the fridge. There are citrus fruits. There is oatmeal, two kinds. There is milk and almond milk and pineapple juice and orange juice.

No, there isn’t much dry cereal left. And no, I am not inclined to pick up more Rice Krispies on my way home from work.

For luncheon – I beg you both – Do not go through the coin jar trying to cobble enough together for In n’ Out when we have the following items in the larders:

Soup (girl, your favorite), beans (all kinds), rice (even the microwavable kind), salad fixings of all sorts, celery, peanut and almond butters, bread, cheese, sliced turkey, tuna, potatoes, pasta, couscous, jarred sauce, tomatoes, freshly roasted chicken from last night, freshly roasted beets from last night. There is delicious turkey and tomatillo sauce I made from scratch Sunday night – delicious with a salad! Indeed, that is what your old mother is bringing for her lunch, and if it is good enough for her…

Did I mention the mango on the kitchen table?

Children. I am sorry you feel you must call me at the office with your tales of starvation. I am sorry you feel deprived because there is no cash in an envelope for your use to order a pizza and garlic knots. Please be forewarned that every day when I walk in the door, after a long day and an hour commute on the train, I take in your cries of hunger and queries as to what are we having for dinner and can we get burritos or Chinese or In n’ Out, and I find myself increasingly inured to your situation.  Especially when I see the dishes from all the cereal you have eaten today still in the sink and the fridge still stuffed with good, healthy food that I bought for you to eat.

Dearest children. Please eat the food in the house today or there will be unspeakable consequences. I don’t know what those are yet but you do not want to go there.

The mango on the kitchen table had best be gone by 7 p.m. tonight.



Your loving mother.




Almond Orange Cake for Pesach

by Julie on April 5, 2015

in Holiday Hell, Sweet!

cooked cara cara oranges


Cooking oranges. Now there’s something I haven’t done before.

But maybe it would work. And I just happened to have two Cara Cara oranges on hand. And I just happened to be in the market for a cake for my Pesach seder that evening.

This is gonna be a train wreck, I thought to myself. I’m STILL no good at juggling multiple dishes and the timing necessary to make sure everything is done on time.  So why not add an impromptu cake to the mix, one with a strange new technique to my busy cooking day?

It gets really juicy after the jump…


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