Scratch Food with a Side of Geek Mom and Pop Culture.
Holidays with family usually involve recounting embarrassing stories of each other. This past New Year’s Eve, one of my earliest baking attempts managed to make the “remember when….” list. Perhaps not quite as memorable as the Swedish Chef (from the Muppet Show) shooting holes into his bagels, was the story of the time I tried…
OH MER GERD OCTOBER IS OVER ON TUESDAY. INSERT PANIC AND PANDEMONIUM.
When my doctor’s office called me back a couple weeks following a routine physical, I had a sick feeling of dread. “Irregular pap,” the doctor’s assistant said. Cervical cancer!? My mind panicked. But my mouth, fortunately, knew what to say. “What happens now?”
Who knew that when I took away screen time, I would create a monster? It started innocently enough. My son was being a crabby little human being, who was watching annoying YouTubers using text to talk to say annoying things like “prankster gangster.” So I, in a moment of supreme mommy-ness, declared that screen and…
This parenthood thing. I used to think it was the hardest thing I’d ever encountered when kidlet was an infant. Looking back, I can’t help but think, what the heck was I thinking?
Believe it or not, FoodRetro and its owner have birthdays that aren’t too far apart. While I was content to merely announce “Hey, FoodRetro’s turning 3!” instead of “Oh my god, I’m getting old!” my mom had some other ideas. She texted me to let me know this post was in the system, and perhaps it’s…
I’ve concluded that February is the suckiest month of the year. I don’t know who decided to make it a month of romance, but as a cabin-fevered woman who is sick of the snow and who hasn’t had a night out since last year, I can say definitely that at least they were smart enough to…
The pop-ularity of a simple bowl of popcorn cannot be overstated in my household. To be honest, my love affair with the bright yellow kernels began as a child while helping my grandfather every weekend pop, bag, and seal huge bags of this delectable snack, which were then delivered to local pubs, “mom and pop”…
You see this kid? I wish this was my kid. Orderly bedtime has gone out the window, lately. Lately, my kid has been clocking in at no fewer than FORTY MINUTES to get ready for bed. This is after I pry him off of the screen or whatever else he’s doing and send him to get…
The Conservative canvasser for David Sweet was by the other day, and he asked me if I knew who I was going to vote for. “Not you guys,” I replied. And then I apologized, because I’ve lived in Canada long enough to pick up that endearing habit of apologizing for everything. “Would you mind telling…