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Category: Cooking
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Baking Orgy
When I was much younger and more innocent that I can believe, looking back, my sister and I used to hold what we called baking orgies. About once a month, we’d spend practically the whole weekend making cookies, pies, bread, and whatever caught our fancy from the collection of cookbooks in the house (this was…
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Food Thoughts
I had the honor of becoming one of Sarah Hoyt’s Raiding Party, and you can find my post at her blog today. Eating the Apocalypse I grew up in a family convinced that the tribulation was coming, with persecutions and… anyway, we usually had enough food in the pantry to eat for a long time.…
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Car Wrecks and Egg Wrecks
So the first is just a little bump on the behind, and the second is full out laughing one’s head off at the coming disaster. I’ve mentioned before I follow a few retro-recipe blogs, for amusement and potential recipe ideas. This one popped up into my email this morning, and as I looked at the…
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Sunday Brunch
Well, actually this was Saturday brunch for the First Reader and I, and it’s partly because when I’m writing and it’s not going well, I bake. And cook, and clean, and… Anyway. About a week ago, while visiting in Kentucky, I realized that the funny little tufts of green in the folk’s yard, sticking up…
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Re-Seasoning Cast Iron
A step-by-step for Anna, my cousin John’s lovely bride. Eat well and be happy! Clean First, you’ll want to clean them well with very hot water and soap, scouring out any dust and debris. This will be the last time you use soap on them. If there is lots of crusted gunk, you can put…
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Sticky Buns for Breakfast
Dad loves biscuits, and he’s been hinting at them for a couple of days, so this morning I mixed up a batch. When I asked him if he wanted them rolled out or drop, he said “Rolled out with sticky stuff in the middle!” Growing up, Mom cooked, we sisters cooked, but Dad rarely did.…
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Ham and Egg Sandwich
I have a confession. Although I do love to cook, I hate to cook just for me. Which means that on days when the kids are at school, and Dad’s at work, I don’t eat a whole lot, and what I do is better not mentioned. Since Dad’s home for the next couple of weeks…
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Slow Food With Juliet
Juliet, my eleven-year old daughter, bought a huge parsnip at the winter farmer’s market with her own money. She came back to me brandishing this white war club and hollering, “Look how big it is! It was only two dollars. I love parsnips, can we make soup?” It came home with us, went in the…