Doesn’t mean that you have to spit them out. No, really! The muff’ recipe came from the old Joy of Cooking, which is… you know… old. Back when buttery, moist and delicious muffins were not the norm. So, sigh. I pushed one into the palm of an unsuspecting victim, assuring him that these weren’t like [...]
The few times I used gopher grocery were nice. Order the basics online, pick a time to have the food delivered, wait for food, get rung by the awkward gopher grocery guy with groceries in tow, let said guy in, make enough small talk until we reach apartment door, avoid thinking troublesome thoughts about how [...]
Food! Fooood! Dear Diary, I’m back. Can you tell? Vim and vigor in place, dirty dishes in the sink. Fun on the bun. I don’t even drink coffee and I’ve got the jumps. The good food jumps. So, here I am to tell you about my applesauce. No need to explain how I made it [...]
Do I have an excuse for not updating? Well, sort of. My camera hasn’t been handy as of late, and who likes to read my drivel without something to look at? There’s that. Plus school, as much as I don’t like saying this, has been getting me down, which leads dear ol’ Lucia to the [...]
By you, reader(s)! I always enjoy the gooey, the sticky, the gross. Not like this is new for you, I hope. If it is, then just take a minute, breath, and drop everything you’re doing to… learn that. There will be a quiz at the end of this blog (as a whole, not just the [...]
But I mean, I had to, right? I had the ba–guts… to buy the squash, so that meant I had to keep it together long enough to eat all of it. Which isn’t really much of a problem, but I’ve got to add some sort of intrigue to this damn post, so here we go. [...]
I cooked it. I had the time. I cut it. I waited. I forked the strands out of it. I separated out the bad goo. I used the verb “fork” in an appropriate manner. I came. I saw. I conquered my mountain of spaghetti squash.Chow, Lucia
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