I want to start with a confession: I don’t actually like the phrase “food blog.” It suggests something aspirational — moody lighting, a linen napkin artfully wrinkled, a caption about “slow mornings.” Chez nous, mornings are not slow. Mornings are my kid asking why the toast is “the wrong shape” while only licking the jam off. I’m already sweating, trying… Continue reading Bienvenue. Now What’s For Dinner?