tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19444727097803412602024-10-24T15:29:23.553-07:00In which Mr and Mrs Foodie attempt to eat lots of different things...while still trying to feed the children.The Foodie Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07968054392921354246noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944472709780341260.post-84363837939465105802012-01-02T10:22:00.000-08:002012-01-02T10:22:32.183-08:00

I have always loved Hamburger Helper.  Growing up poor, I learned early not to turn up my nose at any food.  I grew up on instant stuff (Ramen noodles!) and while I now recognize that it's pretty gross, I still miss that type of stuff sometimes.  So the other day I had some ground beef and a box of Kraft macaroni and cheese (fact: Kraft and Velveeta are the best.  My mother

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I lied.  I'm not going to talk about My Enemy From the Deep, The Lobster, today.  (But I look forward to that conversation.)  It being post -Christmas and pre-New Year's, I must talk about our Christmas meal. I've never made a big holiday meal before.  There's something about the holidays that invites giant enormous meals.  I mean, I'm definitely up for the challenge of

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Since I last wrote, Fetus has made his entrance into the world.  Meet Max: He’s two months now, and a doll.  He's like a camel, or his eyes are at least; big dark eyes with long lashes.  For those interested, the labor was 7 hours long (less than half of how long it took to get his sister out).  I was quite rudely woken up at 2am with regular contractions and he was

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Claudia's first birthday was last weekend. The only thing I wanted out of her party, at least foodily speaking (yes I just made up that word), was a smash cake for her. And fun smash cake pictures with cake and frosting all over her face!For those not yet in the know, a smash cake is a tradition (started in Italy I think. But I could be wrong. I probably am.) for a first birthday where the

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I'd like to introduce you, dear currently non-existent readers (at the time I'm writing this, at least) to the Foodie Family. Marc is the papa. (He may write some posts of his own here from time to time.) Marc is tall and built like a pickup truck; compact and with pretty good gas mileage but still a TRUCK FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. We often go back and forth trying to think of things that either of

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