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Creamy Sausage, Mushroom and Wild Rice Soup

Creamy Sausage, Mushroom and Wild Rice Soup / Bev Cooks

Another soup! You’re not upset, are you? This time, we’re going a little more creamy. With Italian sausage. And two mushrooms. And wild rice! It’s a dream, in other words. Let us peepeth. Okay, so the wild rice we’ll violently throw in a rice cooker. This way you can start it early (I feel like […]

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Chicken and Wild Rice Soup

Chicken and Wild Rice Soup / Bev Cooks

SA-LURP. I’m going to get through this blog post as quickly as I can, as I’ve started my official clear liquid diet in prep for my colonoscopy tomorrow, and looking at food is T O R T U R E. But we’re okay. I’m okay. You’re more than okay. Let’s peep this already. I added […]

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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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