Huge apologies to my mom, but here’s a confession: I never cared about Mother’s Day until I had a kid of my own. These are the kinds of injustices you suffer as a mom. And the reason I care so much about Mother’s Day now is not the presents or forced love or any of that — it’s the time I get to myself. It’s in short supply the rest of the year — not a bad thing, because it’s awesome to be loved — but this is one day I can count on. The boys go out, I make a big mess out of the bed covers and artfully arrange my pillows and proceed to read whatever trash I want, most likely with a glass of wine or two.
Not that I don’t like presents, and I already sent Nick a hint. Maybe it’s even below, in our Mother’s Day gift guide! See if you can guess.
We produce reported pieces, profiles, interviews, and rants about what’s broken in the food world (there’s a lot) and how to change things for the better. People sometimes tell me to just keep politics out of it. Respectfully: No. Food is political. We can’t and won’t ignore that.