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Chicken and Wild Rice Casserole

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I blame America’s Funniest Home Videos. It’s quite the hazardous show if I have any say in this. You see, I made a boo-boo. And I am a little grossed out that I just typed “boo-boo” and evenly amazed that I’m not backspacing over it. Anyway, I was on a MISSION. A MEAL PLANNING MISSION. […]

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Turmeric Chicken with Coconut Wild Rice

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I swear I could put lime and cilantro on everything ever. You must feel like all you read on this blog is, “AND GARNISH WITH LOTS OF LIME AND CILANTRO OR ELSE YOU’LL GROW TWO HEADS AND HAVE ALLIGATOR SKIN BY MORN’.”   You poor thing! I put it on tacos, in soups, on stir […]

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Stuffed Peppers, Baby!

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I’m drawn to red sauces. Well, red food in general. But I guess most red food is in sauce form. Right? I mean, other than red peppers and tomatoes, what else is red? OH, fruit. Apples, raspberries and strawberries. Those are red. And I can dig all of that, too. But if I want to […]

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Grilled Salmon with Roasted Sweet Potatoes and Garden Wild Rice (Longest Title Ever)

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Mission accomplished! We successfully managed to scrounge up whatever was left in the fridge, pantry and garden for a quick “gettin’-out-of-town-for-a-few-days” dinner. Well, when I say “we,” I actually mean Aaron. You see, all day long yesterday I felt completely dried up on dinner ideas. (After my delicious lunch that is.) On the verge of […]

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Curtis Stone Hates Me.

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Earlier this spring I became quickly obsessed with an old TLC show, “Take Home Chef.” We don’t have cable, so once I discovered the show in my Netflix streaming, I clicked play, and we fell in love. It had NOTHING to do with the cute host from Australia, Curtis Stone. Absolutely nothing. His tagline at […]

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Let Your Kitchen Do The Work

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Today was one of those days where I drove home in a brain-fried haze and walked into my house wondering if I was even in the right house.  I remember petting a little black, happy animal.  I’m not sure what it was. As my eyes began to focus, so did my stomach. So, of course […]

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