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I have a confession to make: sometimes I buy too much fruit. It is very true: it's so pretty and so delicious, and at certain times ...

Beautiful soup, so rich and green, waiting in a hot tureen… Who for such dainties would not stoop?  Soup of the evening, beautiful soup...

One of my favorite childhood breakfasts was french toast, afloat on a veritable sea of butter and maple syrup. This was sort of a special ev...

Double, double, toil and trouble...well, not really. But aren't they cute? Even their mother couldn't tell them apart! Don't be ...

I'm going to start this post with a shout-out for a great restaurant in my very own hometown. The One Love Cafe is a tiny storefront p...

August can be such a bittersweet month. On the one hand, summer is drawing to a close, the days are getting shorter, and the whole back...

One of the problems with summertime is that hot weather often means a decreased interest in cooking, which doesn't necessarily equal a d...