Oh Devil!

Oh, Devil! The deviled egg, in my opinion, is another one of those bastard dishes that gets a bad rap. The poor guy used to be so attractive, sexy, even. Often he was exotic and ladies just couldn’t live without him. And now, he’s the pot-bellied, balding uncle who drives an old, rusty Corvette, listening... Continue Reading →

For The Love of Corningware

Recently I was browsing through my favorite antique hot spot, and as I scanned the aisles looking for a few specific pieces, my eyes stopped on a Corningware dish that had the exact same pattern as one my mother had when I was a child. Now I have no interest in 1970’s or 80’s nostalgia.... Continue Reading →

How I Learned To Cook

Since I am starting at the beginning, or well, near the beginning, I'll tell you a little bit about how I learned to cook. I always assumed most people had a really nice mom who wore an apron and on Sundays, that really nice mom would say to her daughter: "Sweetie, let's bake and cook... Continue Reading →

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