Tag: food

kitchentawk

Having been a child raised on packets of Hamburger Helper, boxes of Jiffy muffins, and canned green beans, it took a long time to be exposed to foods in their… you know… natural states.  It wasn’t until I...

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antisocial tendencies, revisited

So, I’ve never republished a post of mine before, but special circumstances warrant it this time. Namely, a special kind of insanity brought on by: This last-minute planning for a bachelorette party in Las Vegas this...

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interest due

I gotta be honest, I dread reading blogs this time of year. Hell, I dread reading anything this...

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shamelessness

You know what sucks? Waking up in the middle of the night from a dream in which Santa Claus is making you cry. MOVING ON, THEN. As usual I’m a mite gut-wrenched about this post because it is just so casual and personal,...

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in the aeroplane over the sea

When I booked my tickets to Detroit, the email confirmation read “Republic Airlines on behalf of United.” This made me frown slightly, for Republic is not among the airlines at my tiny Santa Barbara regional airport, nevermind...

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in which we learned nothing

Today there was an office holiday luncheon downstairs in the break room. For thirty minutes, I stayed upstairs at my desk, ignoring it. I knew exactly what was going to be spread out on those folding tables without even looking,...

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in which my antisocial tendencies surface

If only I had me a sharp knife. If only I had me a sharp knife, I wouldn’t have to go downstairs to the main kitchen at work to prep my food. Slicing tomatos, apples, avocados, rinsing lettuce — all that could be...

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