Has the increasingly stressful process of finding that perfect school for our kids gone a bit over the top? Our Man in the Kitchen has some thoughts and a comforting beefaroni recipe to share...
As a man, you think you are ill prepared on the day you bring a newborn home. I mean no instruction manual, nothing! So you work through it. However, nothing prepares you for that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when you hug them goodbye with all your might at camp drop-off and you can already feel the distance as they gently tug to get away.
After a long winter, and a litany of bad news – from political turmoil, to terrorism alerts, and the Brexit – what does a person do? Host an al fresco dinner to reconnect with friends and the simpler things in life, of course!
The presidential election. Mom’s new boyfriend. Summer camp. Can we go to France this summer? Can I please have some more pasta??? These are snippets from last night’s dinner conversation with my two children. Human interaction delivered in person. Not an electronic device in sight! Why?
This is a great meal you can crank out in less than 15 minutes. Prep: Pour wine. Music on. Cell phone off. Cooking has never been more real or joyous.
While keeping food on the table has long been a litmus test of sound parenting, at a deeper level I believe cooking for your children is the ultimate nourishment for your soul.
For expats whose jobs, spouses or dreams brought them to France, 2015 was a year when one could legitimately wonder whether the pleasures of life in this country were going to be compromised by the increasingly alarming trajectory of violence, and tension, which resulted from the attacks of January and November. The refrain of "they shall not win" could not eradicate a general feeling of unease felt by many Parisians, and not only expats, in the weeks after November 13.
How do two people living under one marriage make emotional ends meet when their careers operate on such separate tracks? And, does whipping up a decent risotto equal support?
It is the month of resolutions. If we cannot change the world, what might we do to improve ourselves? I aim to write a few more hours a day because I am at one with unfulfilled dreams. To write is to be hungry and that is a condition The Man in the Kitchen relishes.