My daughter enjoyed her very first Yom Kippur fast this weekend. Enjoyed is obviously the entirely wrong word, unless you count her whines of “OH MY GOD I’m going to die if I don’t eat anything right this very second” at 10am in the morning enjoyment. But she did it….
My kids’ daddy is a part-time chef. He’s a full time computer guy with a Chandler Bing-type job—no one has any clue what he actually does, but in his off hours he is experimenting with food and addicted to the Food Network and doing foodie guests spots on local Toronto…
Two hoarse, tired, smiling kids who look taller, skinnier, tanner, and about ten years older than they looked just three and a half weeks ago walked through the door last night just before midnight and dropped 110 loads worth of sandy laundry at my feet, hugged me tightly, and indulged…
