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cute

“Hey, honey.  How’d you get so cute?” I asked. He was standing in the kitchen, wearing his heart tie dyed shirt, half-asleep.  He did not reply, eyes closed. “Deal with the devil?” “No,” he said. “Voodoo?” “No,” he said. “Magic spell?” “No,” he said. “Long term effort?” “Yeah,” he said, smiling, eyes opening. “Oooooh!  I… Read More »

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how I changed my mind about sweet potatoes

Sweet potatoes are a favorite food of mine.  But long ago, they were a yuckie confusing holiday anomaly.  Please consider my tale of change and delicious nourishment. Thanksgiving Sweet potatoes were a nasty overly-sweet dessert Mom made on Thanksgiving.  Or no–we were supposed to see them as a regular food, on the table not after… Read More »

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hot breakfast

Hey, I’ve been thinking of hacks for my crockpot.  My crockpot–wow, do I love it.  I use it every day.   I think of it as a rice cooker, as that’s the thing I use it for most.  Also I use it for quinoa–it gets a little toasty on the bottom, but not burned. I did… Read More »

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happy inter-dependence day from a fat badass

“Who the hell sets off fireworks at 5:20 in the morning?” I asked. “Seems an awkward time.” I was making potatoes. I washed the organic potatoes Ming bought for me, diced them with the big knife on the white plastic cutting board, plopped them into the wok with olive oil, the heat on as high… Read More »