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Learning to love the dirt and grit.
They're good, but they're not the same.
Fried apple rings, with icing. For when you need a sophisticated accessory.
Some things of which I am ashamed.
Down the block, and around the world.
If aliens invade, I shall sleep well.
Advice to our younger selves.
Just a little bit closer.
A small dream, but a dream nonetheless.
They were old, and I was young, but then things changed.
What's Ripe Right Now? A new series...
Crack some eggs, and fold your pants along the inseam.
What if you'd been born somewhere else?
I love you, Mexican avocados.
Pasta Never Really Left (but it's back anyway)
I could have played the banjo.
OK, I lied. I will, too.
There won't be confetti.
I like the way words taste.
Light the way. That's just how you do it.
Show me the whites of your eyes.
OK, rabbi. You can come in now. Flourless Warm Chocolate Mini Cakes
John Cougar, meatballs subs, and me.
Dress up your corn muffin with brown butter and caramel; ride a unicorn; blow a bubble.
Hitting the sweet spot; threading the needle.
Confessions of a grocery cart stalker, and quick-fix goji nibby nuggets.
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's... hamantaschen. (What did you think I was going to write?)
Never judge a vegetable by its resemblance to a hairball.
Are you smart enough to look at the picture -- then make this wheat farina with marcona almonds, moscovado sugar, and cream?
This is your brain. This is your brain on scrambled eggs (in a portobello).
If life is like a box of chocolates, we're all in big trouble.
If you need me, I'll be in the fridge.