With three kids in the family, you have to put up with a certain amount of compromising on the all-important battlefield of dinnertime vegetables. Green beans (my favorite, but not in my sister’s good graces) switched off with spinach (I had a traumatic spinach experience in elementary school…), and everyone more or less ate it.
I’ve settled into a lovely and only partly intentional routine of spending one weekend day out exploring my new city and the other almost entirely in the kitchen. (Boston friends–I love sharing! Of course, the three courses on the dinner menu may be breakfast, brunch, and cookies, but hey, it’s the new thing.) Last week