Carolyn Malcoun's Blog
Some of my friends jokingly call Whole Foods Market "Whole Paycheck." The first time I shopped there, I understood why Whole Foods gained its nickname—I was stunned at how much I spent. Of course, I bought everything on my list—I hadn't paid attention to what was a good deal and what wasn't.
The store didn't always have that reputation. Whole Foods started in 1980...read full post »
Believe me, I understand that there are a million excuses to get out of making dinner. I’ve got a million of them myself. Just last week I had a frustrating day of work, and it was my responsibility to make dinner since my husband, Dan, came home from work and walked the dog. When I whined that I didn’t want to make dinner as he sashayed out the door, he said, “Fine, order a pizza then.” Mmmm, pizza.
While the whole idea was really tempting, I wanted to eat something healthier. So I sucked it up and made just about the fastest dinner I could throw together with ingredients in our...read full post »
While we were out walking the dog last weekend, my husband, Dan, asked what my New Year’s resolutions were. Huh. Quite honestly, I hadn’t really thought about it! I feel like every year I make the same-old, same-old resolutions that I never keep (i.e., lose 20 pounds so I can wear my super-awesome Calvin Klein jeans again). Why set myself up to fail yet again?
I said something snarky and sarcastic but he didn’t back down. Instead he said, “Let’s make some resolutions we can actually keep.” I laughed. Isn’t failure part of the fun? (Plus I had finally donated those jeans to...read full post »
Is Christmas really on Saturday? If you’re like me, it’s quite possible that despite your best intentions, your get-ready-for-the-holidays to-do list has more things on it that need to be crossed off than actually are crossed off. Whoops.
One of the things I have left to do is figuring out what dessert to bring to the Christmas Eve party I’m going to. When I had all the motivation in the world...read full post »
Hi, my name is Carolyn and I’m addicted to nuts. I definitely blame my genes. My maternal grandfather (may he rest in peace) loved nuts—the 5-pound tins we wrapped up for him for Christmas were his favorite gift.
My father loves them too, so much that when my parents are having a party my mom has to wait to fill the nut bowl until the very last minute lest my dad gobble them all up before the guests arrive. (When I’m at home I may or may not contribute to this problem as well….shhh.)
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