Carrie Saum

No-bake cookies were always one of my favorite potluck eats. These seemed like straight-up magic to me, and I was fascinated by cookies that tasted awesome without baking them. It was potluck sorcery at Hogwarts level.

Next, juice your blood oranges. Or skip this and buy the juice from the spendy little corner market that sells $8 fair trade chocolate made from cocoa beans harvested purely through meditative thoughts generated by unionized zen monkeys in Thailand. They also sell blood orange juice. You’ll find it next to the $15 cashew milk.

I said it. The thing moms are never ever supposed to say. I NEED MORE.

You feel it. The change.

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This granola, just like my mom’s, is FANTASTIC. The high protein and fiber content will be a great start to your day.

I now interrupt your frantic turkey preparations for the following announcement: 

EAT PIZZA, INSTEAD.

When an opportunity presents itself to throw together a yummy grilled salad using the season’s finest, I jump at it. This week’s creative summer grilling adventure resulted in a flavor burst of seasonal cherries, creamy herbed goat cheese, a simple dressing, and of course, slightly charred romaine.

But seriously, Babywatchers. STOP IT. It’s none of your business. Commenting on a woman’s body in general without any solicitation from the woman is not only unwanted, it’s inappropriate.

I say this: Stop fat-shaming my toddler son. Fat will not make him fat. Fat does not make him unhealthy.