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Thanks to this wonderful recipe that I found at 101 Cookbooks I enjoyed a lovely dinner. Matt was not converted to my new interest in cabbage, but I was very impressed with the flavor that this soup had. I left out the beans, used beef stock instead of vegetable stock, added some pork tips to the mix - because I knew Matt would probably avoid even a spoonful unless a little bit of animal was

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I enjoyed free pancakes with my wonderful boyfriend at IHOP this morning. For lunch I treated Matt to $5 foot long sandwiches at Subway. I don't mind being a cheap date. If it's free pancake day, you can bet that I am going to suggest that instead of eating oatmeal at home we go for the free pancakes. There is a difference between being thrifty when thinking food and being classlessly cheap.

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I have some bad news for you. Hot dogs may be a choking hazard. Cheese may also be a choking hazard. And you heard it here first, broccoli may also be a choking hazard. You should probably stop feeding your little kids these things immediately; you should probably start with the broccoli. According to USA Today pediatricians are calling for a warning label to be put on hot dogs. They

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It is a Sunday. I left the house once to go to church. The rest of the day I spent in my room doing homework. Days like these really test my real-meal-for-dinner goal. I try really hard, but quite often I resort to eggs and toast. I ate the last of my eggs, but yesterday I bought b-e-a-u-tiful asparagus at Whole Foods. That's half way to a great meal! I thawed a pork chop that was too

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What is wrong with these pictures? Chocolate tortilla chips. Oh yes weirdness has reached a new level of crazy. I don't think I could eat a whole bag of these chips, that I bought at Whole Foods this morning, but I was surprised by how strangely tasty they were. The first bite was a tease, because it tasted like a regular corn chip. After a few more bites the cocoa flavors really stood out.

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Slashfood created a top 10 food songs. I have to admit I didn't know half of them, but #5 made me kind of happy inside. I must say I miss the days when weekends were spent wishing I was a Disney princess and not occupied with oodles of homework. Growing up is overrated. I suggest you just don't do it. In case you haven't already become bored of me and looked up the Top 10 list, "Be Our Guest

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Thanks to Salon.com and WBZ TV's "One Last Thing" segment I was informed that Tesco supermarkets in Britain are actually requiring a dress code. No more pajamas and you better be wearing shoes. I want to know where these snooty people who run Tesco get off thinking that penalizing a mom who runs into the store in her pajamas to buy a pound of butter is a good idea. Because it's a TERRIBLE

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On the end of this not-so-very-fat Tuesday my bedroom is a disaster, my boots are still wet, and after an hour of straightening up the apartment is clean. Wasn't my little sister the most adorable little kid? Days like these I miss PA. A Fat Tuesday, or Fastnacht Day as we like to call it, was not complete in the Keystone State before a visit to Nana and Papap's house to get some doughnuts.

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When I was a little girl Puerto Rican food was a mystery to my mom. She wanted to make food like my Abuela did, but her blonde hair just kept getting in the way. Ok ok maybe it wasn't her blonde hair, but my mom and I shared a few laughs today over the many oopsie meals that we pushed around our plates till mom admitted that it didn't turn out. Did I mention how much I love my mom. I mean

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After the amazing response I got to the stuffed hamburgers, I decided that I would try my hand at stuffed meatballs for our Valentine's Day meal. Matt was such a fan. And I've come to the conclusion that if I stuff something with bacon, Matt will eat it. The mise en place of this dish was crucial, well not crucial but helpful. I set up the bowl, plate of bacon, and chopped up cheese. This

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My computer crashed. Blue screen. I'm in tears. MY LIFE IS OVER! You know, all that jazz. If you haven't experienced a computer death, then you will soon. Bwahaha. No but seriously my life runs off a computer. While my computer was down, I tried to watch TV. Turns out I don't know how to watch TV without a computer. I stared at the screen and on comes commercials COMMERCIALS. It was

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I am a lover of food. Just the thought of my mom's fried cabbage and noodles or my Titi's red rice and beans gets me all hot and bothered. I am still unsure about whether food actually makes me more loving or lovable. The NY Times article about aphrodesiac foods today made me even more skeptical, sort of. The article basically said in order for chocolate to work you'd have to eat 15 pounds of

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I haven't really said much on here about Haiti and the horrible earthquake that changed the lives of so many people in Haiti and in the US. I was sent an email today that reminded me of the importance of continuing to remember Haiti and the help that is still needed. River Gods in Cambridge has a special program this Sunday, Hearts for Haiti. There's going to be Haitian cuisine, raffles and

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I am a big fan of the powers of chocolate. So is Matt, but I think that's just because if he stuffs some chocolate in my mouth I'll most likely shut up and apologize for being mean. According the Daily Beast Peru is beginning to learn the powers of chocolate. Farmers in Peru are beginning to plant cacao, or the bean that makes chocolate, instead of coca, the plant that makes the very real and

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In case you were so busy buying the chips and salsa and making the wings for your Super Bowl party - I am really not at all sure why wings became the "it" thing this year to make for the Super Bowl. I do have an amazing recipe for parmesan cheese wings, but you've all made your wings. I'll save that for another day. - Like I was saying, in case you were too busy focusing on the Saints/Colts

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I am baffled by fish. They are overkilled, overfarmed, and not many people care. Many vegetarians will eat fish. I always love when they tell me this. "Oh well I eat fish." It's kind of like their saying, yeah I eat those ugly creatures because I need nutrients. Little do they know that the politics of fish are even more sketchy than those dirty chicken farms. I guess fish don't squawk or

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I spent a marvelous 35 minutes on the phone today with Rhonda Ricardo, author of Cherries Over Quicksand, about her book and what she has learned from speaking to men all over the country about their relationships. I promise I will be writing an article and I will be informing you all, but for right now let's just say she suggested getting your man a calendar for Valentines Day. I bet they're

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Every week I clipped coupons. I worried a lot. I knew when my dad was paid, and I knew I could help my parents save money. I was 15 and felt ingenious for thinking of clipping the coupons. My mom and I would go shopping. I knew all of the coupons that actually saved money and the ones that weren't really worth it. I was never hungry or without what I wanted or needed, but I was a quirky kid

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165900700642936726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007779476791149221.post-79500668920506639412010-01-30T20:43:00.002-05:002010-01-31T15:49:25.405-05:00

When I was 15, maybe 16, I went skiing. Shockingly I wasn't half bad, and if it wasn't one of the most expensive hobbies known to man, it might have been a sport that I could have been half decent in. Anyway the most important part of this story is that I wore one pair of gloves. By lunch time my fingers hurt as they were thawing out, and by the time I was getting ready to leave they were

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165900700642936726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007779476791149221.post-85841357608264580462010-01-30T17:58:00.002-05:002010-01-30T20:26:54.206-05:00

Ever had a bad week? This week had no reason to be bad. I wasn't terribly busy. I didn't have a ton of homework. I did follow people I didn't know into my house Thursday night, but honestly, other than that freshman year flashback, everything was going according to plan. And still I was exhausted. I was cranky, and I totally slammed my bedroom door to make everyone attending the party at my

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My parents have really good friends who they take trips with. It's adorable and very empty-nesty of them. All of their pictures of them with one of us kids on their hip or frazzled smiles and peanut butter on their outfit while on vacation are behind them. They miss us. They really do. On one of these aforementioned trips my parents ate at a buffet in Chinatown. My dad found some mystery

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This story began yesterday. I was putzing around facebook and found an ad that said if you become a fan of Einstein Bros., you would get a coupon for a free bagel and cream cheese. Matt was coming up to chill with me today, so I was all OH YEAH I'll finally have something for us to do. I sent a message to Matt the second I saw the ad. BECOME A FAN, AND WE CAN RUN AROUND AND HAVE FUN TOMORROW!

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While those two things sound kind of cute together the result is not so cute. If you have been reading this blog for long, you know that I have strong opinions about people getting upset about salmonella chicken. Chickens are dirty; cook the meat. Unfortunately when my mom bought salami for our sandwiches for lunch (my brother went through a hard salami phase and I think we might have had

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165900700642936726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007779476791149221.post-35818159579197158172010-01-24T08:40:00.004-05:002010-01-24T14:32:11.221-05:00

I am a pastry person. You can call me a dough ho, a sugar slut, or a brownie bitch; but I probably would look at you and ask," really that's all you got? The meatheads from JWU (pronounced j-woooo) were way more creative than that." I could live on bread, and chocolate is a severe addiction. I admit it, so I'm thinking that meetings are unnecessary. I, of course, have wonderful friends who

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In case you are the last person to know (You were probably up late waiting on the Massachusetts senate race results; I understand.), Cadbury was finally sold to Kraft foods. AND it wasn't a cheap deal. Kraft must think the $19.1 billion is worth it. Those Cadbury eggs are pretty darn good, and it's almost easter, so they'll make all of that back in no time. Well maybe not in no time; that's

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Sunday night Glen Bell Jr. passed away. I know his name by heart now, because I have been trying to write this post since then. Glen Bell Jr. was the founder of Taco Bell. I have been having so much trouble writing this post, because I am not a fan of Taco Bell. I think their meat tastes like paste and talk about salt; Taco Bell uses salt like it's going out of style. Those are not the

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In this corner we have Matthew Schaffer, amateur cook and 26 year old guy who is always trying to save a little bit of money. And in the other corner we have Emily, with a pastry degree from Johnson & Wales University and at times an overly large ego about her cooking abilities. The battle: pancakes! You know those sometimes fluffy, sometimes oily, hopefully done in the middle morning foods.

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And then there are people like my sister who couldn't follow a recipe if her life depended on it. She cooks a lot, and normally does a decent job. Baking just isn't her thing. She decided that she would be the one to make my birthday cake. I was a little skeptical, but who am I to judge. *side story* One day I handed my sister a recipe for no-bake cookies. You know the peanut butter

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So the city of New York is at it again. Last time they said no more trans fat. It was a pretty big blow to the restaurant industry in the city. I remember being at cooking school at the time and everyone being up in arms about the repercussions. Shockingly Americans are still fat even though they can't get trans fatty filled foods in New York City. Well now the city has decided that

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That there in the picture was my 21 year old self. Happy goofy carefree, guys, those were the days. Today at 6 pm I turn 22. The highlight of my day was going bra shopping at Walmart and going with my mom to her therapy appointment. Well really the highlight of my day was watching the man fix my computer, but a birthday should have many highlights right? Monday I promised my chocolate cake

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In honor of my last few days as a careless 21 year old, my computer screen went completely black. It was still performing its normal functions; it just decided it needed a little bit of privacy, so I was not allowed to be involved. Considering that my entire life was somewhere encoded inside the newly self-conscious machine, I called Dell. Well actually I called India, because as you might

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I was sitting in the airport for a long while yesterday. Delta there are times when I wonder how you function on a daily basis. One more shout out to Southwest and then I'm done whining. Anyway all of this airport lingering made for an abundance of HLN viewing in the terminal. Somewhere between the story about the 5 story icicle in Philly and oh-my-goodness it's cold in South Dakota story,

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Fried chicken and grits may sound like good ideas. They may seem super tasty. Well I can't say grits ever seemed super tasty to me, but I was looking forward to some good Southern food. Bob you can come looking for my mom; we're leaving for tomorrow and yes we're in the South. Anyway on this trip I came to the very real understanding that I don't like some of this Southern food that I was so

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The one thing I look forward to on vacation is eating some good food. I mean I try to eat good food on a regular basis, but on vacation I try extra hard to eat good food. Today we went out to lunch and dinner. Breakfast was continental at the place we are staying. I know a lot of people who are not fans of the bagel and cereal and fruit continental breakfast, but when it's free can you really

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165900700642936726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007779476791149221.post-60636614783327502842010-01-04T21:01:00.002-05:002010-01-04T21:45:48.263-05:00

Flying can be a lovely experience. It can also be a horrid experience. When I fly Southwest Airlines, which is probably 6 or so times a year, I have lovely experiences. I get on, I fall asleep, sometimes I wake up for the free peanuts, and then I walk off singing their praises. Today my family and I were traveling for vacation. I would tell you where we were going, but my mom's a

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45% of Americans make new years resolutions according to the Today Show this morning. That's a lot of people sitting around today staring at those 5 lbs of fudge rolling over their pants. I'm really not one for resolutions. I mean if you want something to change in the New Year then change it. Going around with a list of things to do differently sort of defeats the purpose of a new year. The

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I was pleasantly surprised while opening a pack of Blast-o-butter popcorn that only 5 cups of the popcorn equals a full serving of whole grain. Ok pleasantly surprised might have been a strange word to use. I was kind of appalled. If anyone consuming popcorn that has enough fake butter in it to make the bottom of the bowl pool with yellow grease, thinks that said popcorn is at all healthy they

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Happy Eating!Emily

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I have begun to say goodbye to 2009. It was a fairly good year. Any year that involves a puppy, a wonderful boyfriend, sharing my food life with the world, and lots of chocolate can not be a bad year at all. I think one of the most important lessons of 2009 was how smart my mom really was. The dinners that she made us every night were edible, normally tasty, and mostly wholesome. She knew

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I was told that today was national chocolate day, so like any good chocolate lover I wished everyone a happy chocolate day and then I searched it out. It appears October 28th was National Chocolate Day too. I am a tad bit confused, but I am all for celebrating chocolate whenever I can. I am in a desperate need of chocolate today, because I am anxiously awaiting final grades. I work myself to

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Crispy pork skin is possibly the closest thing to heaven on earth. Next comes Titi Annie's red rice and beans, and pasteles rounds out the meal. Puerto Ricans know how to eat. I would argue that we have the best food known to man. You can disagree, but I am pretty sure I'm right. Christmas this year was nearly a flop. My Titi was going to have everyone over on the 19th and no one knew who

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MSNBC reported yesterday that a woman in Texas called 911 because her husband would not eat dinner. Aside from making obvious claims on the woman's sanity, (please tell me that you have already made claims on this woman's sanity) I am thinking that maybe this woman just can't cook. Either that or she has a rather picky eater on her hands. Both of these situations could send someone over the

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My sister's name is Mara Cruz. She was named after my dad's grandmother Cruz Della Cruz. My brother's name is Jeshua David. He was named after my dad. My name is Emily Elizabeth. I was named after Emily Elizabeth the owner of Clifford the Big Red Dog, you know the children's books. I find it fitting that my mom was the one who picked my name and I was named after a fictional children's book

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165900700642936726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007779476791149221.post-37086045284489488732009-12-20T19:07:00.002-05:002009-12-20T19:41:10.144-05:00

This time of year always separates the cooks from the oh-I-brought-drinks. My Uncle Tony was always the drink guy when I was little. He wasn't going to cook, and no one expected him too, so he brought drinks. He brought seltzer water a lot, which kind of grossed me out; I didn't judge though.In case you don't know this yet, life is a little different for men than it is for women. Men can get

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Ok it's not quite frightful yet, but according to the maps it's coming. I was a little disappointed tonight. I walked to Trader Joes to catch a little bit of the bread and milk action and the bread aisle was full, and people were civilly walking around the store. Epic fail, Boston, epic fail. Here's the problem with city life. You are never really "snowed in." The T keeps running and your

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I was reading the Metro this morning. It's a daily paper that gives me slightly more information than my NY Times and CNN headlines that I look at in my igoogle. It is ok though, because the Metro is my guilty little pleasure. I go to school with these elite newspaper people and I like the free sort-of-news I get every morning that I can read during my T ride. Stick it to the man, dude, stick

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Today's high was 17. With the windchill it felt like 0. Right now I am staring at my weather.com thingy on my computer and it says tonight's low is 8. Basically it might as well say IT IS FREAKING COLD OUTSIDE!!! I walked home breathing into my gloves and hoping that the warm air would keep my fingers from getting frostbite. Thankfully I am inside for the rest of the night and tomorrow's

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My life is booked. Yesterday I spent the majority of my day putzing around with all of the little pieces of homework. You know the things that should take like an hour, but when you have 4 of those little things for each class. A whole day later and I think the majority of the stuff is done. Now I can really focus on my ethics midterm. Yippee! When life gets like this, I stress out about

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I am a klutz. My dad always told me that my middle name should have been grace, so that I would have some grace in my life. Unfortunately for me, my dad did not have this revelation until the second time I cracked open my chin playing in the yard. Is it too late for a name change? Matt loves to snowmobile. He grew up in New Hampshire, so it kind of makes sense. Unfortunately for him, I am a

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I see letters, words, paragraphs, and pages in my sleep. 5-7 pages to be exact. Everything has to be 5-7 pages. Some become 10. Some barely eek out 5. Some fall beautifully in the 6 category. Those don't normally get privileged enough to receive dreams. Dreams are for the bad papers. The papers that make no sense. The papers that are completely incoherent and already 5 pages too long.

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Bacon makes my life happy. Any chance I get to eat bacon is really a chance at happiness. I bought some bacon the last time I went grocery shopping with Matt and brilliantly Matt suggested I freeze it. At first I was a little miffed the first time I took the bacon out of my freezer. It was all stuck together. What was I supposed to do with that? Well I just decided that I would make it last

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I really feel for people with food allergies and such. I can not say that I have any food allergies as of right now, well except I find milk disgusting so I like to tell people I'm allergic when they give me those WHY DON'T YOU LIKE MILK eyes. It makes them feel better. And I'm always about people feeling better. Ok maybe not always, but perhaps I'll try from now on. There really is no

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What says holidays to you more than the Rolling Stone Magazine. Ok yeah not so much my idea of holiday cheer, but the magazine has decided to take on some culinary-type ventures and they announced it just in time for the holidays. I doubt the ability of these music people to do food. Have you ever eaten at a Hard Rock Cafe? It's basically a TGI Fridays with a little bit of music paraphernalia

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It's the dirtiest F word that exists in the dictionary of all college students everywhere. Finals in high school were just pretend. Of course no one informed us of this. They just said "Look how prepared you are." LIES!!! No one could have prepared me for the weeks of work and the stress, oh the stress. The stress is the worst part. It eats away at you. Slowly surely and then all of a

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Today I had to register for classes. There were only 6 seats on average in the classes I needed, so the race was going to be on at 8 am. I left for class like 15 million years early, hoping that I could get into class set up my computer and be all ready to register. "We are sorry to inform you blah blah blah delays blah blah blah you will be waiting here for the rest of your life blah blah

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Ok men listen up. Eating processed meats is bad for you. That's bacon, sandwich meat, sausage, and yes hotdogs. You are more likely to get bowel cancer if you eat too much of this food. If that doesn't sound like a pleasant way to die to you, I would have to agree. The cure is easy. Be sparing with your processed meats. The problem is that most men are not aware of this. No offense

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There is a lovely blister on my left index finger. It’s totally sexy. Matt’s going to look at it and go “what did you do to yourself now?” I was the kid who found the only rock in my yard to fall on and crack open my chin. Thankfully my wonderful boyfriend has become use to me and my many casualties of war. I worked at the country club this weekend while I was home. I accidently took the

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Today was very dramatic to say the least. Literally we started at 7 this morning and have been going till 2 hours ago when we all sat down to watch The Muppet's Christmas Carol. Anyone who actually enjoys hosting ginormous parties needs to have their head checked. Well ok let me step back for a second and say anyone who enjoys hosting ginormous parties probably has a bit of crazy in their

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I went to the airport wonderfully prepared to do the little bit of homework that I needed to do over this Thanksgiving break. Then I bought Julia Child’s book My Life in France. So much for the stupid history book. Anyway my roommates had a Thanksgiving Day feast with their friends on Sunday, and I did all of the clean up. I wasn’t so excited about Mickey Mouse coming around while we’re gone

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The pilgrims came to America and Pocahontas fell in love with John Smith and then they all gathered together for one giant Thanksgiving Day feast. The Indians (not to be mistaken for India, Indians...oh Columbus how you messed up) brought corn and the pilgrims killed a turkey and every was all sorts of happy. Yeah ok Walt Disney died a long time ago, so I hope you don't pretend that the first

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You might recall Matt and my baconator experience. It ended with me being full for weeks, and Matt being full for 24 hours (just as big of an accomplishment as me being full for weeks, trust me). It turns out something that will not leave you nearly that full has about double the calories. A study came out this week saying that a medium movie popcorn and a soda has about the same amount of

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In case you missed the news, Eggo waffles might not be on the shelves when you go to look for them in the next couple of months. Two of the four plants that produce the tasty frozen waffles are not producing them for various reasons, so Eggo lovers are out of luck. First of all how many of you are shocked that all of those yummy frozen waffles are made in only four plants. Oooh Me! Me! Pick me

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The United Nations Food and Agriculture Organization decided that we can erradicate world hunger at the price tag of $44 billion a year. That's one hefty price tag. The G8 summit pledged 20 billion over 3 years...pshhh pennies. And the best part no one really knows how that money will affect the problem. Well you know guys it's not $44 billion, so it's not going to save the world. Where did

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Whether you like it or not the holiday season has been thrown at us. I say thrown at us, because it would be foolish to say that it's actually time for the holiday season. There were Christmas ornaments in Target at the end of September. Screaming WHAT HAPPENED TO FALL is entirely useless, because it's gone, disappeared, poof. Whining, crying, and updating your facebook status every two

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Tonight I performed the dreaded task, cleaning out the fridge. I guess it wouldn't be such a dreaded task is everyone ate their leftovers or disposed of their leftovers in a timely fashion. Why would you save leftovers if you have no intention of eating them? anyone? anyone? Yeah no answer here either. Since I don't live in a perfect apartment where old food stands up and walks out of the

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The Greek goddess of love came from an oyster shell. While I hate to put anything in the same sentence as chocolate (It's just sacrilegious!), oysters are, like chocolate, an aphrodisiac. Unfortunately every year some raw oyster eaters aren't thinking sexy thoughts after eating Gulf oysters. According the New York Times, 15 people die every year from a bacteria found in Gulf oysters during the

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Have I ever mentioned that I have a huge crush on Charlie Gibson? I had some cold pizza, a glass of juice, and I was going to sit down for 15 minutes before I started the nonsense I should have done yesterday. All I could think was, "It's quarter to 7. I can still catch a little bit of Charlie." I never really was a nightly news fan, but honestly a lot goes on in the world and sometimes it's

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Have I ever told you that Matt likes to save money. Save money might be an understatement, because in all reality Matt just hates spending money. If there is some way that he could get by never spending money, Matt would be in paradise. He'd probably get an offer to join Eve in the Garden of Eden and say, "No thanks, living over here is free." Anyway Matt has been raving about the ribs his

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Matt loves coupons. When I say love, I really mean he'd probably rather have a coupon than a massage. Well ok maybe I'm over exaggerating; he'd want the coupon and the massage. Somehow he snaggled a coupon even I was excited about. Wendys was giving away (FO FREE) their new bacon sandwiches with a purchase of a small fries and a small drink. So not totally free, but these sandwiches are

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I am cuddled up on my couch with a cup of tea. It's a Friday night. I lead an exciting life. You have every right to be jealous. For some reason I have had this uncanny interest in the term comfort food today. I was actually upset that I didn't know the origin behind this term. Somehow I'm having trouble picturing a little old woman (with a Babushka on of course) in Eastern Europe 100 years

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I am sad to say that when I read in an article that a study has found unhealthy amounts of BPA in organic canned foods I might have giggled a little. Ok I'm not really sad to say it, more like I felt a twinge of guilt during the giggle. In case you're wondering, BPA is the stuff in water bottles and plastic containers that's not supposed to be good for you. When the first studies about BPA

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Well it looks as if we have another recall on our hands and my sources tell me that the meat was sold about a month ago. In case this is the first time you are hearing about it, ground beef is being recalled because somehow some e.coli decided to invade it. Of course I am being facetious when I use the word invade. It is not the e.coli's fault people; it just is not. Either way people are

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"It tastes so fine just anytime on a plane in a car with a bowl of caviar. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich yeah, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, it's a meal so fine, it's paradise anytime, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich yeahhhhhh" I think it was about 6 months into our relationship that I sang the Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich song to Matt. When I was little, we listened to Patch

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Yesterday I was hanging out in Salem with Matt and Kate. Kate is a vegetarian, so lunch could have been a challenge. I despise people who make vegetarians feel like they are a bother when choosing a restaurant. It is more challenging of course than it would have been if it were just Matt and I. We would have probably eaten a hot dog and moved on. But that doesn't mean that their eating

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I say this in case you missed the one aisle of the store COVERED in orange and black. You know the one right before the 3 aisles of Christmas stuff (WAYYY creepier than the talking skulls). Anyway Saturday is Halloween and regardless of how you feel about this ghoulish holiday, I hope you are going to at least enjoy our families Halloween tradition, Reeses Peanut Butter pumpkins. In my family

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Weeks like these teach you many lessons. What kind of weeks are these? Ugh I am so very glad you asked. This week started with a ten page paper, an article for beat reporting, an ethics midterm, and silly little things along the way. The ethics test was by far the most stressful. I finished the 10 page paper in 4 hours on Monday, so Ethics was the one awful thing just looking over me all

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I woke up this morning with a list of things to do that should have taken me a week. I had a day. On my way home from my Beat Reporting class, i.e. only class I have on Mondays (nothing like waking up and getting to class at 7:45 to turn around and leave 2 hours later), I decided that it was going to take drastic measures to keep me in my apartment till I had 10 pages written for my Moving in

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Much to my surprise and chagrin Fruit Loops and Cracker Jacks are not nutritional. Ok ok I already knew this, but supposedly the FDA is going to start getting stricter about what they let companies like General Mills and Kraft say about the food they produce. Supposedly the FDA is worried that people might have been confused by the labeling in the past, and now they want to make everything

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I work with a very exuberant theater education major at my work study job named Andy. I say overly exuberant only because last year he was taking this class where he had to pretend to be a 5 year old boy and he pretty much drove me CRAZY!!! I drove him crazy by feeling the need to alphabetize everything to be fair. But he's a good actor and having a 20 year old guy whining at you like a five

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And keep leftovers in the fridge. My feet and dead. I am not over-exaggerating. They have died and if they were to come back to life they would probably SCREAM and tell you all how I abuse them and how I don't deserve them. My poor feet. The culprit today: my ballet flats. I love these shoes. They look perfect, they are mostly comfortable, and they match pretty much everything. The

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I think after a day of thought I have actually solved the mystery of why Matt did not like the baked mac and cheese yesterday. First of all, I took an unofficial poll of a bunch of my guy friends and not one of them liked baked mac and cheese. I think it has to do with a lack of meat, but that doesn't make me less sad for them. How could you ever not enjoy 15 kinds of cheese, noodles, and milk

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Multimedia has its limits and I was terribly over it tonight. So instead of telling you all about Matt's first taste of baked mac and cheese (and probably his last...he wasn't a fan) and how I made what I thought was a fabulous baked mac and cheese I am going to leave you with a grocery list, some video, and some pictures. I promise more will come tomorrow.Grocery list:Block of

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Old country store met barn in the store at Meadow Ledge Farm in Loudon, New Hampshire. Apple picking was at it's peak, and the store was packed with groups of families and friends and of course every apple picking, maple syrup slurping, New Hampshire foodie delight known to man. Somehow all of the clutter created more of a feeling of a crowded petting zoo at the town fair than a Hallmark store

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This weekend I had a laundry list of homework. 5-7 page paper on Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad, rewrite on an article I wrote, Nietzsche quiz, history reading...yeah if you aren't pitying me by now you are heartless and cruel. So long lists of homework demand extreme measures. I am a professional procrastinator; to fight my serious flaw I decided I would bar myself in Matt's apartment and

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Today is World Food Day. It is a day meant to bring about awareness of food issues around the world. According to the Huffington Post, 1 billion people are hungry in the world, and 4.5 million Americans are getting emergency food assistance from Feeding America. I ate three meals today, and snack or two. I think it would be fair to say that, though I remember saying "I'm starrrrrving!" as a

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I am a big proponent of candy holidays. What is a holiday without candy, really? But those holidays that are completely centered around candy...aaahhh heavenly. I walked into my work study job today and the registrar peeps were all having a meeting. The other work study looked awkwardly up from the computer. He had obviously sat down before the meeting and had no way to escape. I hid in the

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I have been absent this weekend(as in I literally have answered my phone for only my mom...apologies to those trying to get a hold of me). Matt and I escaped to New Hampshire and have been taking in the leaves and the cold air. It really has been cold up here. Last night the low was 27 degrees Fahrenheit, and when you're 95 pounds soaking wet that feels like -15. As you can see from the

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I was not a pretty child. My sister was gorgeous. She had these adorable little ringlets and this round perfect face. But every Sunday when we visited my Abuela she would grab me first and give me a smothering hug. You would think in a state of being smothered one would find it hard to hear, but my Abuela's beautiful voice cooed in my ear, "Ay que linda." I had no idea what that meant. I

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Well I would say the sky more or less spit all day, but after a lot of discouragement today it kind of felt like it was crying for me. I don't know if the sky really cries, but somehow I feel like it does(so don't bust my bubble). In the event of the sky crying, I decided it was time to bake the peanut butter bars that I had been putting off baking for the whole freaking week. Why would one

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one may never know what can happen. This morning it was pouring rain. I walked to school with an umbrella wondering why in the world I was even bothering to go into work. I just wanted to curl up in bed and fall asleep. Within minutes of me being at work it was sunny...SUNNY!!!! At noon I get ready to leave work and it's pouring. The other work study said look at the sky and, as if he were

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I am sure you all have heard by now that Conde Nast has decided to shut down Gourmet magazine. This news is obviously devastating. Gourmet magazine is a food icon that is going to leave a giant slice out of the chocolate cake of my life. Of course a celebration of everything they have done and accomplished is definitely in order. The new dilemma, who will take their place? Who is going to

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Beyonce sings about being single when she's not really single, so I can write about eating as a single person without being single, right? Tonight for all extents and purposes I was a single eater. Normally I make a nice meal for Matt and I on Monday nights, so this was a bit of a change for me. Honestly I didn't know what to eat. I didn't need to create a masterpiece. I didn't need

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Whether you call them hoagies, grinders, or subs, every one loves a good Italian. Provolone cheese, salami, ham, prosciutto, capicola, onions, tomatoes, oregano, and maybe some oil and vinegar makes a typical Italian sub. Last year I bought an Italian hoagie at Boulevard Pizza in Cranston, Rhode Island. Boulevard is right up the block from Johnson & Wales and I was over at a friend's apartment

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I am so thankful for facebook and people who have randomly come across things then post them for all of their friends to see. It is a beautiful serendipitous moment when I look on my mini-feed only to find that someone won an Ig Nobel Prize because they found out that cows that have names produce more milk. The Ig Nobel Prize is an award given to people who find things that make us laugh and

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Tonight I heard some news and my reaction was, gross. I can't tell you the news(private information people!!!), but I can tell you that the proper response to such news is not gross nor should it ever be gross. My mom went along with my gross never questioning the inappropriateness of it(she's my mom and thankfully she tends to humor me every now and then). I called my friend and she totally

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I thought you all might appreciate photos of my amazing tag sale find. It is terribly food related, because imagine how amazing ice cold water will taste out of this pitcher and cups. I thought you would all appreciate my pictures of them too. Matt's foot is in the one and my shoe is in the other; I think it's a entirely unrelated, but if you didn't notice that before, you now will every time

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If you are not aware of the phenomenon that was Michael Pollan, then you might not know this phrase. It sounds like a really good philosophy, I guess. I personally think that his books describe a Utopian society(where everyone sends their compost to the farmers who then grow our produce) and if I want to dream about a food Utopia it would not be made of mostly veggies. Something that was said

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I am skinny. I just thought I should clear that up before I started this post. I might not be able to understand what I am about to write about, but please bear with me. I was just surfing for food news and news in general because as far as my Beat Reporting professor knows I am reading news every day(I am as of right now!!!). Anyway back to my googling. I noticed a story about a new iphone

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I don't like apple pie. Scowl, argue, convince all you want; I will never like apple pie. I think it's a texture thing and an "I don't like cooked apples thing." I will make apple pies till my arms fall off; I just don't like eating them. Now before you go all self righteous and hometown American on me, I know that apple pie is supposed to be an American instituetion and I know that EVERYONE

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Being a terribly public person now that I announce to the internet world what I'm eating and how I'm eating it, it is hard to believe that there are things that I would rather not know. This week a plethora(I love that word and hope that you use it at least once today)of things have crossed my path that I would rather not know. Number one on the list and the only food related one is a story in

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