What Smells Like Ass?


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Children, Connections, Cooking, Dinner, Family | Posted on 04-04-2016

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What smells like ass? Asks my teenager son, as he walked into the kitchen.

Um, that would be dinner.

It had been weeks since I had prepared a “proper” dinner for my family.

After watching a few episodes of Cooked on Netflix, I felt nostalgic about cooking and preparing a wholesome meal for my family. The show documents various cultures around the world about food preparation and how, in our busier-and-busier lives, many of us have lost touch with taking the time and the steps to prepare a meal. Made with good ingredients and made with love. The narrator and author, Michael Pollan, says that we all have good memories of being “cooked for” and how that makes us feel cared for and loved.

When I have the time and make the time, I do enjoy cooking for my family. It’s just that they don’t always like what I cook.

That night, I baked potatoes. I broiled some cod with fresh parmesan. I roasted broccoli drizzled with olive oil. (Fish + parmesan + broccoli = stink.)

My intentions were to invite and welcome my family to the table. Yet, the smells turned people away. Except for Otis.

He was drooling.

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Pippi Eats Her Way Through NYC


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Animals, Clothes, Cooking, Dinner, Food, Fun, Travel | Posted on 17-02-2012

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You know Templeton, the rat in Charlotte’s Web? Well, he goes to the fair and feasts until he is so fat that he drags his belly on the ground.

I am that rat. But instead of the fair, I am in New York. You’ll probably see the headline in the New York Daily News:


World’s best bagel, famous Ray’s pizza, mobsters’ hangouts in Little Italy, New York delis, quaint places in East Village…you name it.

Whew, glad I packed my fat jeans.

Barf Soup, Anyone?


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Dinner, Food, Humor | Posted on 06-12-2011

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Looks may be deceiving. Take lentil soup, for example.

I stand up for ugly foods and eat things that are not beautiful: oatmeal, meatloaf, lentil soup.

So I make this jumbo pot of lentil soup. Chock full of lentils, onions, celery, carrots, garlic, sausage. You know, all the good stuff.

It doesn’t matter. Still ugly. Actually, it’s horrifying to look at.

“Looks like barf,” say my kids. That soup won’t be going anywhere fast around here. Maybe I can get my husband to eat it.

And this is what he says: “It tastes as bad as it looks.”

Two words for my lentil soup: epic fail.

Potstickers: I’m a fan


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Brands, Dinner, Family, Kitchen, Mothering, Products I Love | Posted on 04-11-2011

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Who doesn’t love Chinese food? I am definitely a fan of potstickers. With their golden brown outsides and stinky little cabbagy, juicy insides. Yum!

Yet, I am not a fan of eating pork and usually, Chinese restaurants only have that kind. But there’s one potsticker brand that I love love love. And they’ve got chicken in them. And no MSG (except for the optional soy sauce) and no trans fat.

I could well be Ling Ling’s next brand ambassador. Ya never know. You may be seeing a banner ad very soon on my website. Just sayin’.

Buy a bag at Costco. Throw it into your freezer. And then, at 7:00 p.m. (yeah, we eat late), when you’re like “what the hell are we having for dinner tonight?” Just grill up a pan full of these beauties in some olive oil. And ya’d think you’re in Chinatown.

Witching Hour is Bitching Hour at Our House


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Dinner, Family, Kitchen, Mothering, Twitter, Witching Hour | Posted on 03-11-2011

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We all know about the “witching hour.” The term we use to refer to the time in the evening when Moms turn into witches and kids turn into beasts. One word: mayhem. But witching hour is a bit of a misnomer around here. I now call this the “bitching hour” because this is what roughly happens around our house at twilight:

  1. Homework.
  2. Dinner preparation.
  3. Work deadlines.
  4. Hungry kids.
  5. Tired kids.
  6. Team sports.
  7. Shuttling to-and-from activities.
  8. Chores.
  9. Exhaustion.
  10. Bickering.
  11. Me yelling.

But I ran across a Tweet today with an even better descriptor, that literally cracked me up. I conclude with a Tweet from @herbadmother:

“I don’t know why they call it a ‘witching hour.’ It would be more accurate to call it ‘hours of batshit honey badger batshittery.”

But that is kind of mouthful, so let’s go with “batshittery hour,” shall we?



Cooking + Facebook = Burnt Grilled Cheese Sandwiches


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Dinner, Facebook, Family, Twitter | Posted on 02-11-2011

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I admit, I am not the greatest of cooks. But I make a mean grilled cheese sandwich. This is a staple at our house at dinnertime. They are quick and easy to make and sooo yummy. Throw some turkey slices on them and–pow–you’ve got a protein-packed, golden brown sandwich. If all goes well. However…

I also admit that I am also a fan of Facebook and Twitter. But these addictions don’t go so well with cooking grilled cheese sandwiches. I get caught up in commenting on other peoples’ posts, posting pictures of my beautiful sandwiches, and yapping on about what a great cook I am. Then what happens? Burnt grilled cheese.

It happens.