Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I need to self-regulate in a major way. I’ve become obsessed with finding our next home, less so about the actual homes and more with regard to the school districts. I’ve been comparing reading level test scores, student / teacher…

I‘ve been eating my feelings lately, especially at night. Stress eating, depressed eating, eating to comfort, eating to have something to look forward to, same old thing as it ever was. Bad news when the Golden Oreo was invented, or…

My new car arrives today. I’ve been shopping for a car for a while now, and thanks to many of your suggestions, dear readers, I’ve finally come to my decision. It only took me 18 days! 18 days and 3…

Let’s forget for a moment that I pronounce Penhaligon’s as if it’s a pent up hooligan, that I say “Logo” in lieu of “Crest,” and that my video export quality is craptastic and a half (I swear I will improve,…

Am I the only one psycho enough to bake a Whiteout cake after baking a Blackout cake from scratch, fearing that the dark chocolate cake will be too rich to take?
Had I been a planner, I’d have baked the…

“You’ve got a problem,” Phil said with the only tone one can use whilst making an accusation. Whether it was whispered or barked, there it was, judgment day in our kitchen, and once again, I was up for review.
I…

Some people say that playing favorites is a bad thing. They are not my type of people. What I have below are completely random, but honest, food thoughts, which I must document, or they will be gone forever.
1) The…

Kreplach hit the fan a few Passovers ago. Because ceiling fans are ugly and because triangular noodles filled with chopped meat are a no-go when it comes to keeping kosher for Passover, no, nothing actually hit the fan, but I…