Monday, April 4, 2016

Feels Like Summer, Must Be Summer

I moved to Los Angeles exactly four days after I graduated from college. The only reason I didn’t start my drive West the day after receiving my diplomas: graduation-party-drunken-barefoot-tennis-broken-foot happened. It was my left foot, and I drove an old-school stick shift Pathfinder at the time, like a good Southern gal. So, like any amazing mother would, mine flew to Dallas on a whim to drive my broken ass to L.A. Thank God, as that drive alone is brutal.

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Sunday, May 4, 2014

Braised Artichokes

I heart-a-chockes.  Yep, nothing like one of my favorite vegetables to bring out my really good “dad jokes”.  No shame here.  “What did the green bean say to the eggplant?”…ok, no, not really.

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Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Purple Beans and Nectarines

I recently befriended a lady who apparently performs a front flip out of bed every morning, to get her day started in a positive way.

I know. I just barfed too.

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Thursday, April 10, 2014

How I Love Pasta

I’m sure I’m not the only one, but if I could eat pasta for every single meal, I would. Even brown rice pasta, millet, farro, barley, couscous, quinoa, whatever. As long as it’s a carbohydrate that I can combine with a sauce or fresh ingredients, I want it.

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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Try it. You Might Like it.

A few things about my dad: he grew up in Tulsa, Oklahoma, attended Oklahoma State University, and still proudly wears black and orange on game days in support (in the privacy of his own home of course; dreadful color combination any day other than Hallow’s Eve).

Oh, and he hates asparagus.

Truly, truly hates asparagus.

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