Hey fatties! I’d like you to meet one of my favorite ways to eat craploads of pasta. We might even call this a ‘recipe.’ First! Boil a crapload of pasta. Preferably it’s a giant pasta …
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Some Sage Advice
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Oh hi, Fall
Oh hi, next six days! HA! I always know when it’s Fall (m’favorite season) because I suddenly start asking myself the big questions. Like: WHAT IF I spent an entire day making pumpkin bread to …
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WHOA YOU GUYS
THERE I WAS, innocently drinking my Dasani, when a friend informed me that there was salt in my water. Whaaaa??? I enquired, predictably. Sure enough, friend directed me to the back of the bottle, where …
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I choose my Choice
Oh, America. Land of the free, home of the fat. On this day of choice, against my better judgement, I think I choose to go with my (chubby) gut and bake massive amounts of …
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PUMPKIN BREAD
Each and every fall, the wild Bekah emerges from her cave of urban flippancy and turns suddenly Domestic: beating eggs, shaking cinnamon, and baking her way into the hearts of assorted loved ones and strangers. …
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thanks: a thorough report
I thank the apron. It was a success, as they say in France, and in 3054 Panther Ridge Lane Lewisville NC 27023. (Stalkers, desist.) It was a success, despite the fact that I threw …
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Child-Rearing at its Best
Dear Motherhood, I’m stoked. I think I have pre-maturely figured you out via through sitting on of Babies. And by Babies, I mean one really stellar near-eight year old girl in particular. Her name is …
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I Do Not Enjoy the Sundried Tomato.
People, this is a little thing I like to call ‘food journalism.’ Watch and observe. I don’t like sun dried tomatoes. I do not appreciate the bittersweet grime it adds to the innocent sandwich, nor …
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My Lovely Lady Cakes.
People, I like to make cakes. Maybe I do. I have an entire play fueled by the hours I spent with my Mom learning how to ice a cake. (It involves butter knives, luke-warm water, …