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won ton soup… in a manner of speaking
A sane person would buy won ton wrappers rather than make and roll out yard upon yard of smooth supple dough, letting the cool dough glide along the floured counters as it becomes ever thinner. I am...
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the graping
Less than 24 hours off the vine, the grapes warily eyed the cold light of the city. Plucked and cooked into a vivid mass, the grapes were ground slowly through a food mill that had been crushing their...
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apple butter
Another fall day masquerading in summer’s heat. The apples were nestled together, dozing in the warm air, waiting patiently for their transformation into that most magical of fall elixirs… apple...
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squash soupuree
In fall a young woman’s fancy turns to warm, dense foods that can be scooped into bowls and enjoyed slowly while she watches the waning sun track across the sky. At least, when there are no clouds....
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another cranberry
Thanksgiving. Christmas. The food part of the holiday season kicks off in earnest tomorrow. Turkey, potatoes, sweet potatoes, with and without marshmallows, green beans doused in condensed soup and...
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lemony bitchet cookies
I know, I know… “lemony bitchet cookies? What the heck do you mean?” Well, obviously there is some reference to the delightful children’s books by the fictional Lemony Snicket wherein an unfortunate...
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crepes for yoda
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far, away, there was a wise, squat, and vaguely green fellow named Yoda. I have loved this wrinkly denizen of a mysterious swamp world since before I could remember....
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lamb rite of spring
One day it appeared. Spring. A warm breeze gently breathed through the windows, comfy tendrils of air wrapping themselves around bare arms. Carpets of green appearing where brown was two days earlier....
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(un)sexy soba
Soba is not inherently sexy, at least not at the home cook level. In the past, I have been accused of describing food in an overly salacious, borderline obscene manner. Who am I to deny the seductive...
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strawberry mezcal joy
Once upon a time, a tall, cold-loving woman went to Austin, Texas. She left Chicago one abnormally chilly summer morning (and it secretly made her happy it was that chilly,) boarding a plane wearing a...
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