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Well, that’s not technically correct, because only God can make a birch tree. And I have all the more respect for Him after it took me hours and hours to make ten fake birch trees.
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From the age of 7-10, I lived in a tiny town in Oklahoma called Heavener. Over the years, I’ve met a number of people who were born and spent their whole lives in Oklahoma, and none of those people except for one ever heard of Heavener. I have
I woke up this morning to the most wonderful sight: RAIN! Oh, how I have missed the rain. I know, I know. Everyone else is delighted with summer. And I can take a little summer. But when it’s been as hot (and sometimes humid) as we’ve had
Ah, sun-dried tomatoes. Tangy, umami-full, intense bitelets of summer. (I kind of doubt that anyone will ever find this post by googling “umami-full” or “bitelets,” but those just happen to be necessary descriptors.) Is there
I was watching Paula Deen a few weeks ago (I adore her to pieces, btw. When, o when is she going to invite me over for coffee?) when she announced that she was going to show us how to make "Co-wern Dahgs." I almost didn't have time to ponder her impressive ability to pull a second syllable out of a one-syllable word, because my thoughts instantly went to the Fair ...
I’ve been grieving the Gyoza sauce we used to get with our Chinese food from the Safeway counter. Do you know the sauce I’m talking about? I think I’m the only one who ever called it by its proper name. Gyoza sauce. That was