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Late-night dinners

March
27

My work schedule has been eccentric over the years, but I still manage to gather the troops most nights for a sit-down dinner.

The downside is we end up eating closer to 9 p.m. than anything else. I used to tell the babes that we subscribed to the European model and let them graze until I got home and could make dinner. Ah, the stories we tell our children!

Recently, we’ve been stretching dinner out even later. My youngest, unlike her siblings, actually has some major after-school activities and she doesn’t get back from them until 9 or 9:30 p.m. Thankfully, her sporting season is over now, but she’s substituted driver’s education and we still see her closer to 9 p.m. when we all sit down for food before going off to our usual night-time activities.

So it was with a sense of unreality that we all sat down to dinner at 6:30 p.m. one day earlier this week.

First there were the vampire jokes (The Light! It Burns!!!). Then there was the quietness — no phone calls from people who refuse to remember we eat late and call us at 9 p.m. Then there was the sense of eating lunch instead of dinner. And there was the unexpected free time when the food was gone and it was hours before everybody’s usual bedtime.

With the days getting longer, we’ll probably be seeing more of each other in the daylight even with our usual dinner time, and the traditional daylight jokes will be trotted out and tried one more time. For us, it’s one of the rituals of summertime. Other families may change their winter plastic tablecloths for summer ones or use brightly colored plastic plates. We hone our vampire jokes.

Posted by Randi Weiner on Friday, March 27th, 2009 at 9:53 am |
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Holiday gifts, one mitt at a time

December
29

For years, I’ve purchased masses of small gifts for my children which are duly wrapped and placed around the fireplace waiting for the holidays to appear.

The years have changed the gifts from small plastic frogs and harmonicas to book lights and gift cards, but what hasn’t changed is the tradition of drifting by the fireplace during the weeks of December, counting up who has how many packages.

What’s also tradition is that I get the fewest number of gifts. This year, my youngsters decided that wouldn’t be so.

I got the regulation gift cards, of course, from my husband, but I had seven small gifts in odd-shaped packages waiting for me as well, putting me one-up from my husband and tied with my two oldest children in number of gifts.

What my enterprising children did was purchase two silicone mitts and a set of metal measuring cups and wrap them up separately. The first gift I opened was the 1/4 cup, nicely tied up with a bow all to itself. I opened the third-cup measure next, in its own package. Then came the rest, one by one. They also wrapped up the ring that holds the measuring cups as a set.

Frankly, I’m still laughing. And here’s a wish for laughter and good kitchen memories to all for the upcoming year.

Posted by Randi Weiner on Monday, December 29th, 2008 at 11:30 am |
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Have a complaint? It’s all yours

December
8

We were talking the other day about the toaster, and how, when my son goes off on his own some day, the toaster goes with him.

It’s become a feature of our household that people who complain long enough get put in charge of what they dislike. That’s why my youngest now makes the pancake batter on Sunday mornings, for instance. Enough grumbling to her dad about ‘when are you going to make pancakes’ when she was young, and she was put in charge of whipping up the batter to facilitate the meal.

My son used to complain about the quality of the toaster since he used it more than anybody else. Enough complaints, and we bought him a toaster for his birthday. It’s the toaster we use now, essentially ‘on loan’ from our son for the duration. But he does occasionally (and jokingly) threaten to take the toaster away when he leaves home permanently.

I can’t say that our philosophy has helped us spread around the responsibility for keeping the house in order. I still do the majority of cooking and cleaning. But boy, have the complaints dropped off in the past decade!

Posted by Randi Weiner on Monday, December 8th, 2008 at 2:58 pm |
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The big trade

September
8

In typing up notes for an upcoming story on school lunches, I was suddenly reminded of a conversation I had with my own children when all three were still in the public schools.

There they were, in elementary, middle and high school, respectively, and there I was, happily slicing carrots and celery stalks and worrying about whether tuna salad would go bad while sitting in their locker, when it was forcibly brought home to me that packing is not the same thing as eating.

“Mom, could you pack me an extra bagel?” I recall one of my babes saying.

“Sure,” I replied, tickled that I’d hit on something they liked.

“Yeah, my best friend likes them, and I can trade it for a candy bar her mom gives her.”

That’s when the other two chimed in, explaining what their friends brought, what they brought, and how they pooled their resources every lunch hour and chose what they wanted.

I guess it’s better than the story one of our editors tell when he was in school in the 1930s and a buddy of his would toss his brown bag over the fence of a local junk yard every morning on the way to school. When the snow melted in the spring, the remains of scores of school lunches were discovered…

Posted by Randi Weiner on Monday, September 8th, 2008 at 12:42 pm |
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A jar of Nutella

April
17

I went grocery shopping with my oldest last weekend at one of the big warehouse stores and we passed a display of enormous jars of Nutella.

tjndc5-5b1wggkiqdym8mi3gqo_original-2.jpgMy daughter informed me that a lot of the chefs featured on The Food Channel use Nutella and that she and her college roommate bought a jar once upon a time and that it was a pretty good thing.

I’ve never tasted it, so I suggested we buy a jar and see where we could use it. Maybe, I said, it would taste good drizzled over chicken … at which time my oldest almost fell over laughing.

It’s a dessert spread, she informed me. It would be like drizzling chocolate over chicken.

I looked serious and nodded, as if she had convinced me of the error of my ways. We decided instead to see if it would work as a filling for a rolled cookie we make for the holidays similar to rugulach but with a softer shell.

Actually, I’m fond of mole sauce, which has a chocolate base and tastes very nice on chicken thank-you-very-much. But I’m willing to take a hit in the interests of amusing my child and letting her feel superior.

It reminded me of all those similar conversations we had when she was a very young child and had to ‘splain to her mom that the barking animal was a dog, not a cat, because only dogs bark.

And — surprise! — I do know what Nutella is. But don’t tell my oldest. I wouldn’t want to spoil her fun.

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Posted by Randi Weiner on Thursday, April 17th, 2008 at 5:48 pm |
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Carnivals galore

April
14

This week, Tracey’s true-to-life “What goes in must come out,” post about her wee one’s blowout is featured in not one, but two blog carnivals!

First, it’s in the weekly Carnival of Family Life, this week hosted by Hopeful Spirit at On the Horizon.

If you have no idea what a blog carnival is or want to know more about this particular blog carnival, check out this post on its home blog, Colloquium.

Then, there’s monthly Family Funnies carnival hosted by Motherwise (Humor from the parenthood). If you’re interested in participating in future editions of this carnival, submit entries here.

And a reminder that I’ll be hosting the Carnival of Family Life on May 19!

Posted by Amy Vernon on Monday, April 14th, 2008 at 12:06 pm |
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You make it, they eat it, right?

As most parents soon discover, feeding a family is rarely that easy, whether its nursing a fussy newborn or trying to get a hot meal into a squirming toddler (or attempting both at the same time.) And that's not even the days when work runs late, the main course burns, or your adventurous little sushi eater announces from now on she will only eat food that is pink.

As parents ourselves, we've been there, done that, even learned a few tricks along the way. And we're pretty sure so have you. Maybe together we can make eating together as a family -- gulp! -- fun again.

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Hema Easley Hema Easley has been a reporter for The Journal News since July 2002, first covering municipal government and then nonprofit agencies, women's issues and the South Asian and Muslim community in the Lower Hudson Valley. In her previous job, Hema was a correspondent for the Associated Press in South Asia. She lives with her husband and two sons in Orange County.
KatieKatie Ryan O'Connor, a Journal News editor and 35-year-old mother of three, never quite appreciated the work that went into feeding kids until she had to do it herself as a mother. If she had a food-and-kids philosophy it would be something like this: try your best to offer as much healthy food as possible, but sometimes fruits just have to be counted as vegetables and there are far worse things than chicken and spaghetti. Again.
TraceyTracey Princiotta, a 37-year-old mother of one, loves to cook, bake and eat, and is relieved that her son appears to be equally willing to chow down -- even if it's baby food and formula right now. Despite her husband's intense aversion to vegetables, she has high hopes of nurturing a true chowhound who will try everything at least once. And if all else fails, she's not above sneaking veggies into other foods.
Marcela Rojas Marcela Rojas has been a municipal reporter with The Journal News since January 2003. She is a native of Putnam County and grew up eating Peruvian food. She didn't realize until she was 13 that rice did not come with everyone's meal. After several years of living in Los Angeles -- where she grew a fondness for Thai food -- she returned to Putnam County where she now lives with her husband and daughter. Zyla (rhymes with Lilah) just turned 1 in March and, so far (her mother is pleased to note), loves to eat everything.
Swapna Venugopal Swapna Venugopal Ramaswamy, a Journal News reporter, started her career as a journalist in 1999 after graduating with a master's degree from New York University. Before joining the paper in 2006, Swapna worked as a municipal reporter for the Home News Tribune in New Jersey, and took a baby sabbatical to care for her two children, now ages 7 and 5. She has currently outsourced feeding her children and husband to her mother, who is visiting from India. Her friend and colleague Katie O'Connor, informs Swapna that she wouldn't mind being fed Indian food by her mother, too.
Randi Weiner Randi Weiner has been a reporter with The Journal News since 1989, having covered police, government and schools in Westchester and in Rockland. An Ohio native and 1976 graduate of Bowling Green State University, she worked for daily newspapers in Ohio and Michigan before moving east. She has tended bar and danced in a beledi troup and sat on the boards of two community theaters. She plays mandolin with the Shamrogues, Connecticuts largest Irish band. Randi lives in Connecticut with her husband and has three children.

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