<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:39:56 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>working mom</category><category>wine notes</category><category>breast feeding</category><category>dining rules</category><category>easter</category><category>fried chicken</category><category>money</category><category>post partum</category><category>slacker blogger</category><category>slow cooker</category><category>ad hoc</category><category>anniversary</category><category>beach</category><category>beans</category><category>blue duck tavern</category><category>boobs</category><category>budgeting</category><category>cake</category><category>childbirth</category><category>chuck e cheese</category><category>claritha&#39;s fried chicken</category><category>comet wings</category><category>cookie magazine</category><category>cooking</category><category>cooks illustrated</category><category>david chang</category><category>dc restaurants</category><category>dining</category><category>dinner</category><category>disney world</category><category>florida</category><category>food</category><category>glass stopper</category><category>ground hog day</category><category>hanky panky</category><category>hernia</category><category>jeans</category><category>knob creek</category><category>lamb</category><category>laura mercier</category><category>maldon sea salt</category><category>mandarin hotel</category><category>medela</category><category>momfuku</category><category>pinot noir</category><category>pumping</category><category>ruth reichl</category><category>salsa</category><category>sleepytime</category><category>spanx</category><category>st. louis</category><category>starbucks</category><category>stay at home mom</category><category>strawberry</category><category>tender at the bone</category><category>thomas keller</category><category>thomas the train</category><category>veritas wine bar</category><category>washington wines</category><category>we built this city</category><title>My Dirty Dishes</title><description>Random thoughts on motherhood, career and my food obsession. And anything worth gossiping about.</description><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-2445840575674853234</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 02:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-08T19:25:39.902-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">claritha&#39;s fried chicken</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fried chicken</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ruth reichl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tender at the bone</category><title>More Fried Chicken</title><atom:summary type="text">I recently finished reading Ruth Reichl&#39;s Tender at the Bone: Growing Up at the Table. In one chapter, she talks about camping out in an Ann Arbor &quot;integrated&quot; bar in the 60s for a sociology paper. Given my recent study of frying chicken, I knew I had to make &quot;Claritha&#39;s fried chicken&quot; for the Superbowl.(taken from Tender at the Bone, but haphazardly re-imagined while imbibing and shooing small </atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-fried-chicken.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzP-WEY692xcRyi6vNWos9rtAG25f9wq2_EdRbgmSWnz3YbEkzjyS1eJ4aIRpz8rAGjAlS8xoVMHDZ7DnHA4ge_CRWRGX_AQgduI8T413XfuzsBGqzh31sxW64nUcwO8uycM2GcO2icM3V/s72-c/clarithas_chicken.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>22</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-1643097622722738825</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-07T19:02:35.603-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ad hoc</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">david chang</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fried chicken</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">momfuku</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thomas keller</category><title>Fried Chicken Throwdown: ad hoc at home v momofuku</title><atom:summary type="text">Recently my foodie friend Adam (follow him @adampasick) and I decided to pit our newest cookbooks against each other: Thomas Keller&#39;s ad hoc at home versus David Chang&#39;s Momofuku. I&#39;m all for the recent fried chicken craze and couldn&#39;t wait to see if Keller&#39;s Buttermilk Fried Chicken (p. 16) could beat Chang&#39;s Fried Chicken (p. 88) with Octo Vinaigrette (pg. 107).Keller comes off as exacting, </atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2010/02/photo-essay-on-fried-chicken-throwdown.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlPxhks5Yi_WbizfEknIIfigUqNrXHgkxWLlPVzeu4Mfb8KecfVWsWFIREZ91sThg_KvKLekKUG0Xvy6aW2pn8i8-D7vI-ehefzelXKmZw17T80WjaclYSLYChth71R2ZSqnwItwkluIg/s72-c/themen2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-5283640164504935493</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 01:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T18:24:38.106-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cake</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">strawberry</category><title>Strawberry Cream Cake</title><atom:summary type="text">We had a shock of summer - three days of 90 degree weather - but this morning&#39;s rain brought back chilly, rainy 55 degree weather. So while I dig out my warm sweater and snuggle under a  blanket to read today&#39;s Washington Post Food section, I&#39;m still dreaming about warm, sunny weather.And nothing feels more like summer to me than strawberry shortcake. If strawberry shortcake is a cotton sundress,</atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2009/04/strawberry-cream-cake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja3L2J5cOvq9w_AJ0Wa0papQww_JuzLBFnbHzKIZDEJYzMm0eI9JxZYJWomTFV0EgBy7UdmcNqLax-1C4dkTpc5vCKpBP3JKjk0M4BR47gtICrLg7vdnfhVm4LXaWJKQJRwBkJaa0dAIdI/s72-c/strawberry_cream_cake.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-6538638811704362851</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 01:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-13T19:28:34.983-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cooks illustrated</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">easter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lamb</category><title>Happy Easter, thanks to Cooks Illustrated</title><atom:summary type="text">I put the question to the Twitterverse - or at least to those 200 or so folks who are supposed to be reading my Tweets on Twitter: thyme honey glazed ham or herb roasted leg of lamb?  Showing how immensely influential I am (inside joke), I got a total of 2 responses (interestingly from Jewish friends). One for ham and one for lamb.In the end, the reluctant grownup got his way: lamb. And I made a </atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-thanks-to-cooks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2e8GEzIW_G7d8GG202CiH7KYpZd5fhEQ5CLo9gUYArP4ZjV27x-8Z7E6iS43vqbpob3be5eIQRYw4daU_NkY-XmW5UmIQzitzrUI_CNn6unJ2rdASypD_pKKjKoncV0oJBVkJjYCh9je2/s72-c/ma06_garliclegoflamb_article.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-9112232589885809303</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-02T18:41:19.709-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">salsa</category><title>Bean Party</title><atom:summary type="text">photo courtesy of frangrit on flickrIt probably wasn&#39;t until I was in college that I learned what a real dinner party was. Growing up, my family didn&#39;t have much disposable income and had no sense of &quot;entertaining.&quot; As a good Christian family, we &quot;ministered&quot; to others.  There was never any fine china, a prime rib  coming out of the oven or fine wines being decanted. We had &quot;bean parties.&quot;Early </atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/12/bean-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUSyYqL7fy5HIYtfcdUMuC6DqwymPwDEukr-o5aBXRAPvL5_WjLF81IxTHwfPwDf9LgLccmwdqSWVwgeu7xW1hbLTfhhm6i1LgSx2r5DRbVRpff6SNBfiI8Yi5DW7EBwgb0v17T5IpiTx/s72-c/making_salsa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-6267614133922513421</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 02:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-25T19:00:30.931-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">comet wings</category><title>Comet Wings</title><atom:summary type="text">In my opinion, these are the best wings in town. Now, if only I had the recipe for that horseradish/creme fraiche dip.</atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/11/comet-wings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlYrCyM2iDw872r-w7PRm_EPiKX_aDRuCd-1X_RdlrKpAeX1t-dRxyoSM8jLKao67hPyluHbqGwflw9TErQwj1O6qWTH53pIOtqJZPOpuXNwmMPs3zn2fy4yk5oFhtT3s9OHhEa85XTDC/s72-c/IMG_0505.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-3794324923153622653</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-11T07:02:24.266-07:00</atom:updated><title>Time for Botox?</title><atom:summary type="text">As relayed by our good friend, K:[Last night 2-year-old daughter] calls me to get her out of her          crib at 9:00 pm (like clockwork) to go to the bathroom.  I&#39;m keeping          her company, sitting on the edge of the tub next to the toilet.She touches my forehead and says, &quot;What&#39;s that?&quot;Me: &quot;My          forehead?&quot;She: &quot;No, Mommy, what&#39;s that? &quot; (running her hand          horizontally)Me:  </atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-for-botox.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-3444845901861321866</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2008 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-02T03:37:19.848-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">budgeting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">money</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">working mom</category><title>Bail me out</title><atom:summary type="text">As the Democrats and Republicans fight over this massive billion dollar bail-out deal that will hopefully save the American and global economy from completely collapsing, I&#39;m really starting to get a bit worried.  What if I or the reluctant grownup should lose one -- or both! -- of our jobs?! Like any late and guilty converter, I&#39;m starting to pay more attention to the financial picture. I&#39;ve put</atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/10/bail-me-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-9009788062198780969</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-16T18:43:39.458-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cooking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dinner</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">slow cooker</category><title>Dinners this week</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve realized that being able to come home and cook a decent dinner is an absolute must in order for me to feel sane.  Ordering pizza, making mac &amp;amp; cheese in the microwave and resorting to cereal is my version of shit happens.  Putting together a quick, delicious, healthy and budget-conscious dinner makes the perfectionist cook in me smile.So with our recent decision to sign up for </atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinners-this-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-O6GZHPeZEtQ_y8qqJtZGXbTEvpooFRPb9LkOKg-6VBYERel-mRTHQfzsfr54iZUk0kqx7Vby0vOOsDzygJ_Kc3HQ4v4OYCSdlAG2QTNmjKUfbaktTd0DimukYxuvchFOObrYpYGut2Q/s72-c/fusilli.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-2036187464500833435</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 01:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-09T19:03:55.194-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dining</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">st. louis</category><title>Good Eatin&#39; in St. Louis</title><atom:summary type="text">Well folks. St. Louis was not good for losing the baby weight. Toasted ravioli. Provel cheese. Ted Drewes frozen custard. Gooey butter cake. Pork steaks with Maull&#39;s barbecue sauce. And one of the best dining experiences in recent memory at Niche, owned by chef Gerard Craft who was just named one of 2008&#39;s Best New Chefs by Food &amp;amp; Wine.As soon as the July issue of Food &amp;amp; Wine came out and</atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-eatin-in-st-louis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZr4gyyUybjzUsyvTVI46cuBKrHE5aupPRuaUYv3SIoeyR05dpPZj9HHv9xIspm78eF893ATtixLyvHl-mjyQET6YPRmwJMuLEkt_iYd8Y-2dZ1QCDDzHmEbF2eJv3Byh0TaQgvy34HSJ/s72-c/IMG_2711.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-2042077144038324554</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 01:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-29T18:52:20.620-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Half Year</title><atom:summary type="text">I had many thoughts earlier today that ended with, &#39;yeah, that&#39;ll be good to blog about.&#39; Sadly though, I can&#39;t remember too many of those.Maybe it was the tortuous 3-hour car ride with screaming baby, chatty 3-yr-old and highly anxious husband, or the ill-planned Sunday night trip to Whole Foods to join the throng every annoying self-centered urbanite joined by - once again - screaming baby who </atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-half-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-96710828922925046</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 00:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-17T19:17:46.767-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breast feeding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">working mom</category><title>And the first shall be last</title><atom:summary type="text">Over the weekend a friend and co-worker jokingly mentioned that she was basing her self-worth on the number of social media followers she had.  I had to laugh because I realized that even more sad was what I use to evaluate my self-worth on a daily basis: number of ounces.Lately it&#39;s been a measily 6 oz per day. Back in the day I could easily produce 12 or 15 oz.Of milk that is. (Most of you are </atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-first-shall-be-last.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-2760065379378339981</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2008 06:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-30T23:21:01.400-07:00</atom:updated><title>Good Wife? Good Mom?</title><atom:summary type="text">Had a very good conversation with a good friend about how vices and parenthood co-mingle.What makes one a good parents vs. a bad parent?  What makes one a good wife vs. a bad wife? Struggling with the fact that getting fucked up with my hubby is actually very good for our relationship aka good for our marriage.  But wondering how a hungover mommy is  good for my kiddos.Maybe Dooce knows? I think </atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-wife-good-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-2647923123503108298</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-28T19:20:37.666-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beach</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">disney world</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">florida</category><title>Magical</title><atom:summary type="text">Once again, it&#39;s been a very bad month for blogging.  The all-encompassing job thing continues to interfere.The mini family reunion in my hometown of Melbourne, Florida was a nice diversion though. There may be no pleasure greater than watching your kid groove in the sand and waves at the beach.We also gave in to the inevitable, infamous Disney World visit.  Was it magical? Yes, if you consider </atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/05/magical.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYea5tMLBW4SXwNMTQ0UrJVKP_m6LU-ZHmj12woyWiqclg408skjrYH-6ossrL4K0nUWS3Acd2IjJXgGwHyvnGs_zZUm02PUfgIN7TpqknDDehzMEbA5P09J7C8tnFbxLJOJjDAzFLFYEU/s72-c/messy.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-1397365745690684808</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-23T06:57:35.542-07:00</atom:updated><title>It just doesn&#39;t get any better than this</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-just-doesnt-get-any-better-than-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_EQWQhY5KJz4VXlPyfDWXT1C8wAt9QibjriIf0nXmSZ5yRXk1OX9w_wDcbrJpjUusUVPDnWRibPPHtQX3my1diYJBjF2J5fbushMlx2MAtNMPj0Wfdtl6IfKE1K9s7PmC8Y7psWHCw9l/s72-c/precious2.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-7222400544332859117</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-06T19:06:09.809-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jeans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">money</category><title>It&#39;s in the Jeans</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s time to fess up.  I&#39;ve gotten so spoiled lately.I remember when I was 8 we had no money to buy clothes.  My 4 sisters and 2 brothers eagerly looked forward to that day when another family at church would give us hand-me-downs in big brown paper shopping bags.  We&#39;d take the bags home in our beat-up Volkswagon van and wonder what it would be like to have new, store-bought clothes and  be one </atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-in-jeans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-7647227117898939187</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-04T19:05:25.713-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thomas the train</category><title>Day Out with Thomas</title><atom:summary type="text">It was slightly absurd - getting the whole family up and out of the house by 7:30 this morning to attend a Day Out with Thomas at the Baltimore &amp;amp; Ohio Railroad Museum in Baltimore. Even more incongruous was driving through the Baltimore ghetto -- crack addicts, street walkers, police cameras, etc -- to get to the museum where Thomas was making his appearance.Once inside the fenced parking lot</atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-out-with-thomas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlW3pii-6GND21z4uL2JMF5MFm2pi-kZZ8GzJ4Er6ADf6Km_Aarh0tcFwe2lmoPgmruQzgqChjlqYiuBIpZra1oZVOeKogp-FVVilE8Uj5W6IrIINELBAFoGcoREe-teTGWCSyF8QBsN_M/s72-c/contemplative.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-5947560006710573643</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 01:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-21T19:55:03.199-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">anniversary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mandarin hotel</category><title>Strangers in a Familiar Place</title><atom:summary type="text">This coming weekend marks the 7th wedding anniversary for hubby and me.  An apartment, two houses, one dog, two babies, one near divorce, a damn good therapist, four jobs and many cases of wine later we&#39;re better friends and more in love than ever.To celebrate -- and to remind ourselves that we are husband and wife -- we&#39;re taking a mini vacation.  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Knob Creek does a pretty damn good job of making you think you&#39;re special for </atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/04/bi-polar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOwG4pfaHGi2pbbi-IbvTTQZafd6g5T685dZgZjSrdd31Av-XKcfXygGiaPvSzZFjNNBIJvYGgWXokW0NPJqgI4rlKnOy-ldcj39BSTHx7C3ZVkhmau-HxkyHhMiiuDixBym2_BoP3CkK/s72-c/knob_creek.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-5680365468861641994</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-14T04:52:58.667-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">slacker blogger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">working mom</category><title>Too busy</title><atom:summary type="text">Of all the titles I carry - Wife, Mother, Milk Bar, Executive Producer, Friend, Cook, Housekeeper, Accountant and Blogger - I&#39;ve slacked most in the Blogger department lately.  I have a list of draft posts that is getting embarrassingly long.  And I have even more mental-note-blog-about-this ideas crowding my brain.The irony of it all is that my work - helping clients understand and use social </atom:summary><link>http://mydirtydishes.blogspot.com/2008/04/too-busy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rkc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618268865009804814.post-3846253376809791761</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 03:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-13T18:07:40.526-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breast feeding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pumping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">working mom</category><title>Pumping Moms</title><atom:summary type="text">This week I had one of those moments when you kind of stop and realize what you&#39;re doing is utterly ridiculous - but also so indicative of your life.  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At 9 bucks a box, it feels like a guilty pleasure. But it&#39;s worth every penny. Not only is the texture nice, but the taste is exponentially better than even kosher salt. 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