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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!


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)


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.


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


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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