Grandma Rosie’s Lunches

Grandma Rosie had a saying: “Never cheat your stomach.” My father still quotes her regularly. He especially enjoys reminiscing about the meals that had him racing home from school every day at lunchtime. My dad didn’t get a peanut butter sandwich for lunch. There was no breakfast cereal in my grandmother’s kitchen. Here, instead, are a few inspired examples of my grandmother’s own creative cooking style.

The spinach-potato knish my dad ate last weekend got him started reminiscing about Grandma’s “spinach and potatoes.”  She mashed lightly cooked greens into her potatoes, and my mother reports that Grandma made sure to include the cooking liquid for extra flavor. She never made “plain” mashed potatoes. My dad rolls his eyes as he describes this.

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YOUR HEALTHY PLATE: Chicken Cacciatore

If, like many of our friends this week, you’re getting ready for a huge onslaught of guests to celebrate a commencement of one sort or another, think about putting a recipe like this in your slow cooker. The very process of slow cooking blends and brings out flavors, caramelizes and smoothes the natural sweetness in ingredients like tomatoes, and generally turns what was previously a very nice recipe into something entirely more subtle and sublime. Try this chicken cacciatore, in honor of Ann’s graduation.

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Diabetes on the Rise in Kids

This blog should have a category called “It’s worse than you think” or “I’m really not exaggerating,” or maybe just “More scary news.”

We turn to this week’s Journal of the American Medical Association (JAMA), one of the preeminent journals of my profession. According to a study of 3 million kids and teens in 7 states across the U.S., Type 2 diabetes increased 30 percent between 2001 and 2008. Here’s what I want to say about this:

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Something Fishy

A short and sweet post this week. It’s holiday time, and I’m on vacation.

Still, as my ever-observant sister pointed out this morning, there’s something very fishy about products labeled as buttery, chocolaty, creamy, and so on. Those words are a way to make something seem like else, something it really is not. Real food doesn’t end in a “y.”

Except for celery.