While our son was growing up, we worked crazy long hours. I’m not complaining, just stating a fact. One other fact of our life is that we always ate dinner together. Even if it meant me riding my bike home from Gleason’s Boxing Gym like a mad woman to get to Gourmet Garage before it closed, then making dinner by 9:30; that’s what happened at our house most every night.
I don’t think any of us ever really thought about it too much; it’s just the way it was. We watched a movie together while we ate, checked to make sure homework was done. Regular stuff.
Dinner has always been our connection time and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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You have to wonder: if meatloaf is chic again, and fried chicken is the rage, then can Shepherd pie be far behind on the 50’s Classic Comfort Revival Plan? My friend Deborah recently invited us over for Shepherd pie, and it was the first time I’d thought about the dish, well since I contemplated leaving…

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I confess. I hang my head in shame. I’ve completely fallen off the local and in-season wagon. I bought tomatoes, not only that but I bought tomatoes with a bar code! I couldn’t help myself, I missed having tomatoes so much, I caved. I’ll never achieve sainthood, but I have figured out a way to…

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