I’m baaaaaack! In fact, I’m back in more ways than one. Back to blogging, back to school, and back in the swing of things. It’s good to be back. But let me tell you, being back isn’t all fun and games, rainbows and unicorns, flowers and fairy dust. In some ways it’s difficult to be back because, by being [...]
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The manual method of bread-making is unparalleled by any Bread Machine. Bread-making is a captivating experience: the texture of a pliable dough, the yeasty smell of rising bread, the beautiful aesthetics of a golden crust. You know what’s not so captivating? Baking up a big, fragrant loaf of bread, only to cut into it and find [...]
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I love my Belgian waffle-maker. For nearly a year, it’s been a trusty appliance that’s yielded many perfect, fluffy waffles. Unfortunately, what I’m about to share with you is the waffle-maker’s nemesis. They’ll turn your Belgian wafflemaker into a hot mess, your kitchen countertop a site of a flour-bomb explosion, and your hands a dirty receptacle for cinnamon sugar. Ooey gooey innards will caramelize into [...]
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They say third time’s a charm, but they’re wrong. It’s the second. Ever reread a book? Or watch a really great movie twice? Surely you’ve made a great recipe a second time? Or gone back for seconds at a meal? Things make more sense, seem more profound, and even taste better. Second time’s a charm. [...]
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A bright-, blue-eyed little girl wanders around the front lawn, grass stalks tickling the sides of her sandaled feet. The cloudy sky casts a cold illumination on a pinwheel spinning nearby in the garden. The yellow house sits, rather amused, as she circles it, searching for something. What is she searching for so diligently? It seems to spur her every motion, as [...]
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I feel weak-kneed. Pale-faced. Clammy-palmed. I feel the need to designate a lucky pair of underwear. Maybe I’ll choose the green and white striped ones. Or maybe plain black, to reflect the seriousness of the occasion. I feel it, deep inside the pit of my stomach. The feeling one gets while being pulled over by a police [...]
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