Whether it’s a batch of brownies or a short stack of buttermilk pancakes, sometimes you just need to grab a whisk, some eggs, and . . . ruh roh, you’re out of baking powder. Continue ReadingRead More »
You know, a place where fluffy biscuits are sucked into a black hole and replaced with hockey pucks?
I love a good kitchen disaster story just as much as anyone, but I like fluffy biscuits more! If you feel the same way – and have eliminated the alternate universe theory – consider this: Continue ReadingRead More »
Doesn’t quite have the right ring to it, does it? And yet when several top laundry products/ air fresheners were tested they were found to contain at least one chemical labeled as toxic or hazardous by federal law, including the active ingredient in paint thinner. (source) Continue ReadingRead More »
Psst! I once saw one of your favorite real food bloggers eating mystery meat with gravy glopped on top. Oh yes, before Kristen Michaelis of Food Renegade and I discovered real food, we slogged through an 8 am college logic class together. She was – and is – one of my favorite people, and I am so honored that she is guest posting on Mommypotamus today!
So excited, in fact, that I’ve decided not to mention that her boyfriend (now husband) may have worn tights and a cape a few times in college. Oops. (Long live The Bombardment Society! Dodgeball FTW! Digital herkey!)Read More »
Or a place to store your favorite kitchen treasures? How about a portable serving cart for your next dinner party? Well then, good news! This month I’m giving away this versatile Savannah Kitchen Island Cart. Continue ReadingRead More »
Defensive driving, defensive medicine, defensive . . . parenting? Yep. Earlier this week I wrote about the parents who say Boston Children’s Hospital kidnapped their daughter. With similar stories surfacing all around the country, mom’s and dad’s are taking proactive measures to protect their rights as parents. Continue ReadingRead More »
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. . . it may not be the Hallmark commercial we meant to sign up for, but you and I know that we’d choose it all over again in a heartbeat. Parenting may mean more pukey sheets and less sleep than we imagined, but our children are warm, fed, and most of all loved. If the Department of Child and Family Services (DCF) showed up at our front door, we’d think they got the wrong address. Continue ReadingRead More »