okbook authors, so she knows her way around the kitchen.Even really finicky kids seem to love quesadillas. You can describe them simply as round grilled cheese sandwiches, or Mexican grilled cheese sandwiches, if you like. It’s just hard to NOT like melted cheese between two carbs (see Note). A salad or some steamed broccoli or some cut up veggies is all you need to make a favorite Mexican restaurant appetizer into a weeknight dinner at home. Cooking the first batch of tortillas on their own saves you the skilled chore of flipping them, which can result in a quesadilla pinata, meaning the filling flies out all over the place. Not fun.
If you give each kid the first tortilla on a plate, with the fillings laid out for them to choose from, they can create their own quesadilla masterpiece, the you finish it off under the broiler or on the grill.
The Basic Quesadilla (and its infinite variations)



Tell me that you hate getting presents and I’ll tell you that you’re full of lies. We ALL love presents, for Pete’s sake. I mean, when someone puts in the time and energy to pick out a thoughtful gift, receiving that gift lights us up from the inside and reminds us how beloved we truly are. And that’s priceless and precious. But it’s also just plain fun to get stuff, and gifties from friends and family provide little surges of joy whenever they land in our eager laps.
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not big on “Hallmark holidays.” You know, the ones that were dreamed up solely to sell greeting cards. But it’s hard for me to argue too strenuously because the subjects of the holidays the greeting card industry dreamed up are pretty great. I mean who can dispute the relative merits of mothers, grandfathers, secretaries, or trees? I’m an ass sometimes but not that big of an ass. And it’s not like they also came up with Insider Trader Day or Cracked-Out Prostitute Day (though, really, cracked-out hookers could use a card at the very least). And really, I can’t honestly say that I don’t like waking up on one particular day and being honored as a father. After all, it’s the most important job I have. But there’s the inevitable question that I always get from my wife but never know how to answer. What do you want for Father’s Day? Damn. I can’t escape that one.
It’s nearly the end of the school year and I’m in major denial. I don’t think I’ll believe it until I send the kids to the bus stop and the bus never arrives. Even then, I’ll probably try a few more times, just to be sure it’s really happening. It’s time to say Thank You to the teacher who has guided your child through this last year of learning, leaving them prepared to conquer the next year.
Chicken is probably the protein we eat the most at our house and I’m always on the lookout for new, quick recipes. Here are a few I am putting on my list to try: