Shake it up: In an attempt to escape the pasta and broccoli doldrums, I started playing Recipe Roulette with my kids at least once a week. I give them a few cookbooks, they close their eyes and randomly pick a recipe. I promise to cook it, they promise to eat it. Not just taste it. I’m excited that they will be trying new things and I’m game to challenge myself, but I’m a little concerned, for all parties, about the squab with liver and pancetta that they chose for tomorrow night. No joke. I might have to retroactively weasel a “chef’s refusal” into the rules of the game.