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Pierogies
I remember that first bite vividly. The whole family was staring at me, waiting with bated breath to see my reaction. This was an extremely important dinner, as it would be the deciding factor in shaping my future. You think I’m kidding, but I was specifically told that I couldn’t marry into the family unless…
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I'm Still Here!
I have lots of lovely recipes planned out in my head for the next few weeks. I even have some pictures lined up and ready to go from things I’ve already done. The problem is that it’s Nutcracker week. Starting tomorrow night and going until Sunday, I’ll be a dancin fool. A happy, exhausted, make-up’ed, dancin fool. …
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Turnout
I am a ballerina. I’ve finally come to terms with the term. You see, growing up, I was a huge tomboy. I played in the mud, I rode my bike down giant hills, I loved playground football and anything else that involved shows of speed, strength and general bad-assness. I hated dresses more than anything…
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An Extended Thanksgiving
Because we need multiple chances to give thanks. I know it’s been pretty quiet around the kitchen lately. I’m sorry for that. I’ve really been meaning to post, honest! I could start in on all the excuses–strep throat, work, cold and snow, traveling–but that would just sound like whining. So, because it was pretty standard…
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Copy Cats and Cheaters? Sort of.
Welcome to my rant! I know that for some die hard foodies, these are some serious topics. I hope that you can read this with the same light-hearted intentions I had while writing. I’ve always had a complicated relationship with the “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery” idea. When I’m imitating someone, that’s exactly…
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I've Changed My Name!
After much contemplation, and a few helpful suggestions from friends, I’ve decided to change my blog’s name. I figured it would be easier to do early on, when I have about 10 faithful readers (I love you guys!), rather than later when I have 20 faithful readers. 🙂 I just feel this is a bit…
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Grown Ups
Remember when you were a kid, and your parents would have to force/bribe you to eat your vegetables? Or practically spoon feed you your meatloaf? I always remember thinking, “I’ll never eat this stuff when I’m a grownup! Cake and cookies for me everyday.” Now that I’m a grownup…mostly…I definitely don’t eat cake and cookies…
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Apple Crisp Homecoming
Eating apple crisp is kind of like coming home. But coming home is not always like eating apple crisp? Hmm…Nevermind. If you live anywhere in the vicinity of Griz Country, you’ll know that this weekend was Homecoming. We take these traditions seriously around here, so Missoula puts together the whole kit’n’caboodle–parades, tailgates, football game, etc.…
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Apple Pressing Party!
Apple pressing is a fall activity that has sneakily become a tradition. I say sneakily, because it wasn’t something we planned to do every fall, but it’s so much fun that we’ve done it for the last three years. Picking the apples, running them through the presser, and then making the juice into cider makes…
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Spicy Chickpeas
Hello again! Sorry for the teaser on Friday. It’s been a busy, awesome weekend. I have a few recipes up my sleeve for those occasions when I have neither the time nor the energy to make an elaborate meal, and when it comes to taste and satisfaction, spicy chickpeas are pretty high on the list…