Lest anyone worries that we’re all Foodie food all the time, with mega meals every night, and family harmony on the deck of the beach house set to photo-worthy blazing sunsets… No need to fret folks. We’re good and rooted here and July is not all glossy-photo all-the-time. There are nights — like tonight — when we feed the kids mac-n-cheese, get Meera to bed, the boys watch the Red Sox, and Braydon and I eat spaghetti while catching up on work at 10pm. Keepin’ it real.