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Fall Breakfast
Since Rob and I got married, it has been go, go go. His job, my job, keeping house, both of us being under the weather from stress and little kid germs… we have been busy. That’s not to say that we...
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Pumpkins, Hotdogs, and Ta-Tas
Happy Sugar Hangover Day! Halloween is always such a fun holiday, and it has always been a fun tradition in my family to celebrate with food, fun, and friends. I should probably explain the Ta-Tas....
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Go Pack Go!
Last week was a bit of a soup sandwich (have you ever tried to sake a sandwich out of soup? It doesn’t work). I feel exhausted just thinking about writing and reliving it all, but everything came to...
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Veg au Vin
I’m stuffed. Rob and I are lying here, watching Notre Dame spank the Air Force, bellies full and grumbling with happy digestion. The thing is, I don’t know what I just cooked. “What should I call...
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I Smell Like a Man Today
Before I explain, I must first ask: any Grey’s Anatomy fans out there? So I’m sitting here listening to my Pandora’s Norah Jones station, with a bit of writers block as to what I can write. Not what...
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Freddy the Hitchhiker
Considering the world is on Royal Baby Watch (and I am, too), the daily doldrums of putting a house together is nothing news worthy. Yesterday, for example, Rob and I didn’t see each other until...
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Serious as Pie
So there really is something magical about the South. The culture, the music, of course the food, but also the people here can leave a lasting impression on a gal from the west. Take, for example,...
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Ten Apples Up On Top
While the weather is just starting to cool down out here on the Florida/Georgia border (meaning, it’s 85 degrees with a breeze and a drizzle), it is strangely starting to feel like autumn. Every once...
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My Textbooks
I have cookbooks. There. I said it. It might be an obsession. My eyes simply roll imagining the scene: Setting: an almost sterile room, with 8-9 brown, cold, metal folding chairs set in a too-close...
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