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Forking Foreigner: Blood Sausage
Blood sausage—there, I said it. That is as gruesome as this post will get. But I wanted to put it out there, blood sausage. It’s not something I grew up thinking about, certainly not eating. In my...
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Longest Day of the Year
Our backyard at 10:30pm June 20th It’s 7pm and my two 5 year olds just went outside to play. Haven’t even begun to think of making dinner. The sun is shinning like it is 12:45 in the afternoon; this...
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Broodje Haring (you heard me)
I’m standing in the middle of Albert Cuyp Market, in Amsterdam checking out a pair of size 39 orange clogs, you know for kicking around in, when my husband, Jeff says he wants to take me to lunch. I...
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The Ant Diet
My husband and I share our home with one teenager, one tweenager, two five year olds and roughly one thousand ants, give or take. It’s autumn and, I have been told, this is the time of year for lots...
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Exceptionally Average
In high school I was average at just about everything. Most people knew me; some liked me, some found me annoying. I did okay academically (my guidance counselor used the word, ‘underacheiver’ a lot)....
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Making Friends in Your Pajamas
‘Making friends takes time, it’s a process’. This is what I’ve told my children during the many moves we’ve made. I’ve always envied children’s place in the social stratosphere; being in school all...
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Best Day Ever
As much as I hate to admit it, yesterday was like most other days; take an unsatisfying shower (not long/hot/saturating enough), pull on clothes from the, not-quite-dirty pile, forget make-up and...
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In the email, the production assistant instructed me not to wear white, “We want you to look great on camera!” she enthused. I typed back, “I was hoping to wear my chef’s jacket. Is that okay?” “Sure!”...
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Velveeta and Me: A Love Story
I grew up in suburban Ohio in the ‘70s and ‘80s with parents who loved good food. This was an anomaly in our typical, Midwestern town. While my friends’ kitchen pantries were stocked with cans of...
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It Ain’t Easy Being (vegan) Cheesey
I love animals. I eat animals. This has been the fluctuating moral scale that dips and rises weekly in my psyche. In an attempt to quell my inner hypocrite self-talk, I try and stick with the rule of...
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