As you may have noticed, I haven’t been in the kitchen much lately (except to make the requisite three meals a day).  I’ve been up to my neck in ghostwriting and avoiding the calorie overload that comes of filling the house with chocolate (and by the way, have any of you noticed that the price of chocolate has skyrocketed?  I’m thinking of taking up vegetable cookery instead).  At any rate, I thought I’d share this little piece I did for Huffington Post to keep you entertained until I return to the Chocolate Covered Kitchen.  Here goes:

When it came time for my daughter to start Kindergarten, it suddenly hit me.  I would have to get her to school each morning.  On time.  For thirteen years.  The thought had never occurred to me, and had it crossed my mind six years prior, she would probably not exist.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it after the first year,” a friend assured me.  A year?  I couldn’t imagine.  But somehow, she was right; by the time first grade rolled around I was a pro at manipulating all that six year old energy into a focused direction – clothes on, healthy breakfast efficiently consumed, hair unsnarled, combed and tied into a perky ponytail, shoes velcroed (thank God for that technological innovation), and my own frazzled flesh washed, painted, dressed and ready to go. Read More…