One of my few memories from kindergarten is my classmate Brett showing up at my birthday party with a pint of Baskin Robbins orange sherbet. He was allergic to milk and couldn't eat vanilla ice cream--and at the time this was unusual. Allergic? Practically nobody was allergic to anything when I was growing up in the 1970s and 80s. I can't think of a single person with a peanut allergy. I vaguely remember a boy whose face swelled up when he was stung Continue reading »
If your kids make the sauce, so much the better.
One of the great things about making homemade pasta these days (as opposed to the days of your Neapolitan great-grandmother) is that you have some nifty little tools to help you out if you want them. You can have your kids squash the dough by hand for 20 minutes of remember-when-you-did-this-with-mud fun. Or they can press the buttons on a food processor, which can be equally rewarding.
Similarly, Continue reading »