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Lemon Chicken With Orzo

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What does bistro mean? Because in a coffee-induced hyper episode on Saturday, I deemed this week as BLOG BISTRO WEEK. And then realized I have no idea what that means. And that I was talking to air. But I do know that it’s one of those words that when you say more than thrice, it […]

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Baked Bourbon Buffalo Wings

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Yeaaah I’m pretty sure that punt wasn’t even in the huddle when the kicker handed off that line of scrimmage in the neutral zone. Pretty sure of it. And then when that one interception turned into a fumble around the field goal, when it was blocking the blitz bomb? Totally didn’t see that coming. My […]

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Braised Chicken in a Tomatillo Sauce

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So, I’ve rearranged a few priorities in my life. Oh, no no – listening to Wilson Phillips on repeat is still at the top. As well as honing my breakdancing in a giant eggshell costume craft. I’ve not gone off the deep end or anything, YOU GUYS. I’ve just decided to braise things more often. […]

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Top 10 Recipes of the Year!

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Okay so technically it’s, “Since June!” but we can pretend.* I’ve learned that you guys love food that involves spoons. Soupy food with a million spoons. And also forks. Foods that call for forks that wrap around silky noodles and sauces. And also foods that involve neither spoons nor forks, like pizza or sub sandwiches. […]

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Salmon in a Spicy Garlic Tomato Sauce

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Go ahead and blow up the kiddie pool. And maybe aim the sprinkler system at your eyeballs. Because when your tongue meets this un.fa.lip.pin.ing.be.liev.able sauce, your sinuses are going to give you the bird. I don’t want to scare you, but daaaaaaad GUM, this meal will punch you in the face. And I’m no sissy […]

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The Weidner Steak Marinade

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DING DONG. The doorbell rings. The sun has set. I’m in egg nog-stained yoga pants and my sock bun doth saggeth. Gripping the 14 heart attacks scrambling to escape my chest bone, I walk over to the kitchen window and peek out to see a UPS truck zipping away, leaving me with a gigantic cardboard […]

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