Today I attempted to make the traditional and fussy Spanakopita with my children. And it was a disaster. A complete disaster. I wanted to make them because I know my husband loves them and we had a stupid fight this morning and I wanted to do something nice for him. So we hit up Walmart […]
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Mommy Chopped.
I have all the skills and tools to make the meal of your dreams, but in my own kitchen at 5:30 pm on a Wednesday evening when I crack open the fridge and look at the dismal gathering of ingredients, my ambition and creativity flee for their lives.