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Musings from a Mad Housewife,
and some recipes, too.
Welcome to the Mad Housewife kitchen, your sanctuary from a mad, mad world. Enjoy a glass of wine, reflect on our mad musings, and try out one of our fabulous new recipes. Such a civilized way to unwind from the day.
Life can be simple and good.
I experienced my first food festival in Sienna, Italy when I was seventeen. I had just arrived, jetlagged, and couldn’t understand a word anyone was saying to me, but my Italian host family insisted on dragging me to a party, repeating Spas (read full article)
Lying in a beach chair, a glass of Mad Housewife Chardonnay in hand, I opened Dinner with a Cannibal by Carole A. Travis-Henikoff, a gripping and surprisingly witty account of cannibalism through the ages. I love a light summer beach read.� (read full article)
I thought to myself, Why not host a Mad Housewife Party to celebrate the premier of Mad Men's third season? It starts on July 25th, so I have a couple of weeks to plan it. I’ll invite guests to dress up in 60s fashion (read full article)
If you don’t live in California or in the South, you may have never seen a fresh fig. These delicate fruits have a shelf life of a day. You can pick an under-ripe fig in the morning, and it will be perfectly ripe by dinnertime. (read full article)
Every small American town has its Fourth of July traditions—fireworks, parades, pie-eating contests, swimming, baseball, tennis. Every small American town has its special Fourth of July foods—hamburgers (of course), hotdogs, cherry pies, (read full article)
As I walked the dogs this morning, an angry red ball of spite rose above the hazy horizon. It was hot, hot and humid, way too hot for six-thirty A.M., so hot the dogs put their tails between their legs and wouldn’t budge, so hot my T-shirt (read full article)
Last night, I was just about to serve up my latest creation—mahi-mahi sautéed in garlic and ginger, with Caribbean rice—when I glanced down at the front of my T-shirt. My culinary enthusiasm was evidenced all over my front: splatters of (read full article)
When I heard Carrie, Samantha, Miranda, and Charlotte were headed off to Abu Dhabi, I could hardly wait. I have to admit, I am a huge fan. I am also one of those people who didn’t know the difference between Abu Dhabi and Dubai, and had to l (read full article)
I know the woman who gazes out at me from the Mad Housewife label is an actress, hired to wear an apron and dark-rimmed glasses, but I can’t help adding her to the pantheon of domestic goddesses in my imagination (make room, Julia). Her ima (read full article)
According to the philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, it is the very nature of man to always want to inflict his will upon others. Every action toward another stems from a deep-down desire to bring that person under one's power. Whet (read full article)
Back before kids spent their summers attending special camps for computer science and advanced calculus, or were whisked off to Africa by trying-to-make-an-effort fathers, before they were in such a hurry to grow up, plotting how to succeed in the w (read full article)
Like most mothers, my mom was overworked and underappreciated. She raised five children, worked part time, tried, with limited success, to keep my father in check, and, with even less success, to instill in her children, particularly in her r (read full article)
One of the delights—and curses—of living in Paradise is the hordes of refugees who descend upon you from the north. With two weeks of non-stop visitors, this Mad Housewife has been one busy girl—cooking, cleaning, washing sheets, making (read full article)
I know it isn't cool to brag about your own cooking, but I must be good because I have a fan club. I've never seen or heard them, but I know they're there. They leave presents. Every morning when I open the front do (read full article)
After any holiday your refrigerator is probably packed with plastic containers stacked into little leaning towers of Pisa. Leftovers! There isn’t enough of any one thing for another meal, but there’s too much to toss. What (read full article)
Spring is here and every mad housewife in America is planning her By-Summer-I-Will-Get-Into-My-Bikini diet. Even if we haven’t fit into a bikini in ten years, this is our aim. It sits in our top bureau drawer, every morning staring u (read full article)
I’m a bit of a tyrant in the kitchen. I’m not proud of it, but I admit it freely. When I spin around quickly to reach for the olive oil, I do not want to bump into anyone. I am in the throes of creative inspiration, trying t (read full article)
Have you ever noticed how every month Vanity Fair magazine has a famous quote on its cover in teeny tiny print? You’ll miss it if you aren’t looking for it. Is it a clue? A message for some secret society? It drives m (read full article)
In early February, First Lady Michelle Obama announced what she called a "very ambitious" program to end the American plague of childhood obesity in a single generation. Her campaign Let’s Move calls for four key initiatives: gett (read full article)
When I heard the Soup Nazi was coming to town for a fundraiser, I got all excited—finally I would get to meet the man who makes the best soup in the world! This is a cook who is serious about soup. He will tolerate no jokes, no fooli (read full article)
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