Yep, me too.
As the “person in charge of food” for my family, I’m exhausted. I love to meal plan and grocery shop and cook, under normal circumstances, but I’d truly be thrilled if I didn’t have to think about or prepare meals for a week or so.
We’ve ordered takeout from time to time over the past year, mostly to help our favorite restaurants survive the pandemic, but not frequently enough to give me much of a break. We’re trying to watch the budget too, after all.
Let’s face it — typically, most of us wouldn’t be eating at…
When I was young, navigating those painful preteen puberty years when my hormones were a menace and I had one foot stuck in childhood with my big toe barely starting to test the waters of womanhood, there were certain songs that made me feel “funny” (before high school forever removed the blush of innocence from my cheeks.)
Shalamar’s “Dancing in the Sheets” from the Footloose soundtrack (the first factory tape I bought with my own money at age 11) was one of them. …
Fine, I admit it. Medium, I’ve been cheating on you. I started publishing on News Break back in December, seduced by the potential to (gasp) make a little bit of money with this side gig of mine.
I had to sign a contract and was able to take advantage of special terms for “early bird” creators, as we’re called on News Break.
For the first three months of my agreement, I only needed to write three articles per week, with a minimum word requirement (which was not strictly enforced), to reach the threshold for my monthly base payment.
When someone asks what you have accomplished around the house lately, and you reply that over the past two years you’ve scraped and painted about one-sixteenth of the home’s exterior trim and polished a couple of solid brass doorknobs by boiling them in baking soda water to remove layers of paint from decades past, they tend to look at you like you’re crazy or lazy or broke (and you’re probably all of the above).
When you tell them about the time a house centipede (Scutigera coleoptrata) fell on your head while you were sound asleep, they start to inch away…
“Popeye was right about spinach: dark green, leafy vegetables are the healthiest food on the planet. As whole foods go, they offer the most nutrition per calorie.” — Michael Greger, physician and advocate for a whole food, plant-based diet
It’s another gorgeous early-spring day in Cleveland, with brilliant sunshine, temperatures that are a tad higher than the norm for March, and the kind of clear blue skies that people who don’t live here refuse to believe we ever see in our part of the world.
Warmer weather is just around the corner, and we’re starting to get spring fever. Along…
Our St. Patrick’s Day parade has been canceled due to COVID-19 for the second year in a row, but that won’t stop Clevelanders from celebrating the popular holiday out on the town.
With less than a week to go until Lá Fhéile Pádraig, I was surprised more local Irish pubs weren’t advertising specific events or specials on their websites and touting the pandemic safety protocols they plan to enforce.
Turns out they didn’t have to.
A local online news organization has published a comprehensive party guide listing local venues where people can gather on St. …
My husband knows I’m a bit of a Michael Symon fan girl. After watching me swoon over my entrée at Lola Bistro (Symon’s flagship restaurant and a pillar of downtown Cleveland’s fine dining scene) almost a decade ago, he bought me tickets to see Symon’s live cooking class at the Fabulous Food Show.
I’m pretty sure that was also the year he bought me a “Symon Says…Live to Cook” t-shirt for Christmas — the one with the grinning skull and pirate-style crisscrossed knives on the back.
And last year, for my pandemic birthday, he gave me Michael Symon’s 5 in…
On April 5th, my baseball team, the (currently-named, but not for long) Cleveland Indians will play their home opener against the Kansas City Royals, and for the first time since the end of the 2019 season, they’ll enjoy the roar of their hometown crowds.
As partial season ticket holders and avid fans, my husband and I will be among those in the ballpark for Opening Day, so we’ve been researching Major League Baseball and the Indians’ COVID-19 protocols with immense interest.
After all, we’ve hardly left the house in the past year, and we wanted to be sure we weren’t…
My husband and I have been Cleveland Indians season ticket holders for several years, and avid fans for much longer than that.
Our team is currently known for two things — one is that it’ll be changing its name soon. I’m totally fine with that — history is great, but sometimes you have to know when it’s ok to let go, and this one’s been a long time coming.
The other is that it currently holds the longest World Series title drought in Major League Baseball, having not won a championship since 1948.
That time the Indians squandered a 3–1…
(I said what I said!)
It feels like every time I’ve turned around for the past decade, a food magazine or blogger wants me to put some kind of tasty-sounding topping on a slice of hard, dry baguette or sourdough (don’t tell me rubbing it with a garlic clove and brushing it with olive oil makes that much of a difference) and serve it as an hors d’oeuvre.
Worse yet, I've occasionally accepted one, against my better judgment, from an appetizer tray at a fancy event, back when we could attend such things.
They always look great in the pictures…
Life’s a journey. Sometimes a peaceful hike in the woods, sometimes a screaming joyride down a dark highway. I’m on a quest to discover my truth by sharing it.