I don’t watch a lot of Food Network, but when I do, it’s usually Bobby Flay or Giada. Their flavors and ingredients are, without a doubt, very much so aligned with my palate preferences. When…
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Wednesday, I baked. I think I mentioned on Thursday that we’re never settling in for our daily wind-down much before 8 or 9. And I guess I should mention bedtime is between 9:30 and 10.…
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My history with gravy is very brief. Our friendship is new, but rich. I’ve never been a fan of gravy. In my mind, gravy on mashed potatoes or turkey stuffing is adulterating two of my…
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I’ll never forget when my ramekins arrived on my door step. Mr. Prevention was so disapproving. “Why do you need them and where will they go?” he wanted to know. Little did he know I…
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I’m sure it comes as no surprise that when I texted Mr. Prevention two options for dinner last Wednesday, he chose these Buffalo Chicken Enchiladas. In retrospect, it was probably a silly question. But I…
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amuse-bouche (uh-MYUZ-boosh). noun. “Similar to but not to be confused with hors d’oeuvre. This is a tidbit, often tiny, served as a free extra to keep you happy while you are waiting for your first…
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