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Dress: Unknown origin — potentially Chinatown
Shoes: From Grandma, hypothesis – Target
Headband, leggings and backpack: Children’s Place

Despite a new back-to-school wardrobe, Madeline made the calculated decision to dress down on her first day in Room 2B to be appear more approachable to the other students. Her sparkle Hello Kitty dress and princess water shoes served as great conversation starters with her new colleagues. Backpack was worn in the stroller and throughout the day.

Note to self: Hire Annie Leibovitz next year.


Grandma. She’s been there and done that.

And let’s face it, we all need to hear things from our mother that we don’t necessarily want to hear – especially when it comes to raising our kids.  From how did you go into labor to will my life ever be the same again, she has something to say, and sometimes you put on your listening ears.

I introduce you to our newest feature “Ask Grandma” — wise words from a seasoned wife, mom and grandma.

We asked Grandma about finding the right man.

Grandma says…

As I have told my daughter and other females, it is relatively simple.

#1- Does he make your sandwich first?  Pretend you are going to the beach and preparing lunch to take with you.  Your potential mate says he will assemble the sandwiches.  Does he make your ham, cheese, turkey, lettuce, tomato and pickle sandwich first?  If so, he is a keeper and will think for your needs before his own.  If he doesn’t, run for the hills for you will be hungry for love and attention your entire life.

 #2-  Does he reach for and hold your hand while crossing the street?  All of us know we can cross busy streets, but when a man is willing to protect you when crossing the street, he will protect you in other situations.  Modern women should embrace this and let men be the chivalrous and macho beings they are by nature.  By letting a man take on this role, he will feel honored, needed and loved.

Thanks, Grandma. Now, let’s all run to the deli counter!


It’s zucchini week.

Zucchini “french fries” have already been rejected. “Mommy, these are too spicy for me.” (Note to self – do not use thai red chili flakes on toddler zucchini “french fries”)


And wow, I’m so glad that I bought this 8-ball zucchini at the farmer’s market on Sunday. You know, because when you are a full-time working single mom, you have so much time to artfully prepare a stuffed 8 ball zucchini squash between 6:00pm – 6:15pm on Tuesday evening.

But you know what, if Tinker Bell can craft aerodynamic pom-poms for her shoes then I can make a magnificent Tuesday night feast – that will probably not be eaten because it is not mac and cheese.

Rah Rah Radish

These will hopefully not be thrown on the floor tonight

After Sunday night’s epic triumph of raw asparagus ingestion, I got cocky.

Oh yeah, I thought, my baby girl is so adventurous, her palate is so sophisticated, she is so committed to this project – I’m going to whip up another asparagus dish just to prove how easy it is to get a toddler to eat their vegetables. And you know what else, I’m going to make something that you would never think a kid would eat – I’ll make Asparagus with a Beet Lemon Vinaigrette courtesy of Chef Mimi

I hit Whole Foods on my lunch break to gather the proper ingredients, shortened our post-daycare/work playground stint and made a beautiful meal of baked Tilapia, baby potatoes, roasted beets with goat cheese and asparagus with beet lemon vinaigrette to top it off. Oh, I took my time expertly plating Madeline’s compartmentalized dinosaur dish as if I was Michel Bras preparing his famous gargouillou. Her high chair was strategically positioned close enough to the table to facilitate meaningful dialogue between us and at an angle where the T.V. could be seen (in case of emergency). Then, I graciously invited her to the table.

As she took her seat, she caught one sight of my masterpiece and turned stone cold whiteImage.  I knew that look, I had seen it many times before in my days as a waitress at the Ground Round when I would place the New Yankee Pot Roast in front of an unsuspecting diner. It was a mix of terror, disgust and a dash of anxiety all wrapped into one. I prayed to Sunday’s hero Daniel Tiger for help.  None came.

And then began the onslaught of ridicule and rejection…

“I don’t want it!” “I don’t like it!” “More milk! “I want to watch Ni-hao Kai Lan!”

I tried reasoning. I tried distraction. I tried anything I could to get one bite of that damn asparagus with beet lemon vinaigrette past Maddie’s hermetically sealed lips. Itwas no use. I sat back and ate dinner as she watched, slammed chocolate milk from her sippy cup and stared at my culinary Kandinsky until I was finished.  I could hear her telepathically — , “Did you really think I was going to eat that?” She very kindly carried her plate to the kitchen to be washed and said, “Thank you, Mommy” when I took it away.

In one a word – I was – DENIED.

On another note:

Dear Chef Mimi,

Your recipe for asparagus with beet lemon vinaigrette is superb, a taste of spring after a long winter It makes for a pretty presentation and is quite flavorful. I truly enjoyed the mixture of nutty beets with abite of bright lemon essence. I imagined serving it at an outdoor dinner party, brunch or even a summer barbeque – Madeline extends her gratitude for the recipe but has politely requested that it not be served at her 3rd birthday.



ImageMy daughter ate raw asparagus on Sunday night – lots of it. It wasn’t artfully sculpted to look like Gumby, Kermit or an alligator. I just peeled it and she ate it. She kept saying, “Try something new.”

I would like to thank some people for making this moment possible. The first – Daniel Tiger – the feline rebirth of Mr. Rogers – for singing the “Gotta Try Foods Because They Might Taste Good” that is readily available on the PBS Kids app.

Second, the GrowNYC Green Market Recipe Series for inspiring me to actually peel fresh asparagus and it eat. I normally drench them in olive oil and roast them for 25 minutes (which tastes delicious) but this time we dared to just peel and eat it without extensive preparation.

The farm in Riverhead, Long Island that grew the asparagus – A bunch was $5.00 – not cheap but worth it.

And finally, Madeline for her courage in the face of adversity.

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