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Mr. Food It Yourself and I are in a rut. No, it has nothing to do with being married for 11 years. Over the winter we got lost in a cycle of eating… Continue reading
Mr. Food It Yourself and I are in a rut. No, it has nothing to do with being married for 11 years. Over the winter we got lost in a cycle of eating… Continue reading
It is the Sunday before Thanksgiving in the USofA, and I have a pretty good start on my meal preparation. The turkey is hanging out in the refrigerator awaiting its briny bath tomorrow… Continue reading
I’ve always considered myself primarily a vegetable gardener. If I can’t eat it I don’t want to spend time and space cultivating it. However, perhaps as a side effect of the exceptionally rotten… Continue reading