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Cupid left a voice mail last night. With the annual
archery tournament in just a few days, he wanted to check in: Would I be
needing any extra assistance this y
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I know little about the upcoming football showdown
(it’s in Miami, correct?), and, frankly, I don’t care.
What’s important is the need for sup
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I’ve long subscribed to the notion that winter is
an ice-cream-free zone. Even when snow fails to make an appearance or the
temperature feels more like sp
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Just a few days ago, the news from your neighborhood
climatologist might have suggested there’s really something to that
global warming thing. Take the fi
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There’s a line from a John Lennon song that
sums up a recent attempt to fix dinner: “Life is what happens to you
while you’re busy making othe
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If cheese sauce is all you’ve ever had in the
way of broccoli and its kissing cousin, cauliflower, then we need to talk.
It is hard to mention one witho
Lately, life at my house has been a roller coaster. Family duties of an intensive-care-unit variety have sucked me in and sucked me dry. When I finally did get some down time, the last thing I wanted
When Christmas came to town, there were a few things I could count on: Santa (I kept the fantasy going until I was 10), Fritos in my stocking, and my father’s private stash of chocolate-chip coo
Mexican-cooking diva Zarela Martinez cooks with it. Your grandma, too. Food writer Nina Planck sings its nutritional praises.
I’m talking about lard, the rendered fat of a pig that’s comi
Like most patriotic Americans, I love a mountain of mashed potatoes, swimming in a pool of gravy, mingling with the other goodies on my plate. But this year I’m ready to move beyond Norman Rockw