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Mary Beth's Blog

I want to eat real food. I want my family to eat real food. Armed with this plan, I know I can do it. I am a real person, with real kids in a regular ol' kitchen cranking out dinner. Find out my inspiration for the menus, what's happening in my kitchen, and the achievements on the kid-friendly front.


2014-05-22 | 0 comments
Listen. I want to eat real food and I want you to - too! But, let’s be realistic. It’s tough to sell quinoa and new veggies all the time. This reminds me of a family mantra about moderation that we had growing up.

My dear Dad used to say “Everything in moderation – including moderation.”  This family value was instilled into him by his father, my grandfather, Pop. Pop had a framed piece of paper, with the word moderation simply written upon it. It sat on his desk in his office and then sat on my Dad’s desk. Now it sits on mine.
Honestly, it took a while but now I get it. Don’t go to overboard in any one way. You’ve got to live a little – this is where the whole Real Family part kicks in to The Plan. Let’s use sugars, flours, salts and oils, but moderately and simply. Let’s use them to enhance the Real Food.
We are putting Dad’s words to work this week. We are going to use some real sugar in Monday’s Beef Teriyaki Bowl and we are going to fry Thursday’s Chimichangas in real oil. What, what? Yesss.
Now, back to “Everything in moderation – including moderation.”  Don’t miss the second part. It’s as important as the first. I interpret it as - sometimes you just have to go off! My mind goes straight to ditching work, skipping chores, and Maker’s Mark. Where does yours go? Rombauer? Cowgirl Creamery? Ben & Jerry’s? Do it! We will be back on the quinoa next week.
P.S. For those of you that knew my family growing up, I know. I must disclose that we never, ever, used the word “mantra” in my Connecticut Yankee home. That was hippie-speak. But the word commandment, while wholly appropriate, seemed a little too much. xxoomb


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