Tag: recipe
member name: Charli Mills
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February 21, 2008 05:18 PM EST --
Just the refresher we need when we think we can no longer tolerate winter!
5-6 Blood Oranges, peeled and sliced into thin rounds
1 small cippolini onion (if still available; if not, substitute . . . more
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January 16, 2008 12:28 AM EST --
I found satisfaction in just a handful of almonds and dried apricots decades ago when I worked in my dad's logging camp. My job was to clean up after the sawyers, piling brush in a mountain canyon . . . more
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February 21, 2008 05:35 PM EST --
Anyone nosing through my pantry might wonder if I like getting tipsy--there is always a bottle of good brandy among my vanilla beans and dried orange zest. The truth is: I am fond of cooking with brandy. . . . more
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February 28, 2008 07:20 PM EST --
The German Short-haired Pointers could not believe their luck. Someone was in their kitchen baking--yes, baking--treats for dogs. Mumsy wanted to see if they would like the co-op's green recipe . . . more
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March 06, 2008 12:58 AM EST --
Buddy didn't bother tucking in the tails of his faded flannel shirt. He grabbed at the waist of his jeans as if to hike them up further, but on old protruding belly prevented the task.
"Come . . . more
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December 28, 2007 05:02 PM EST --
Green Enchiladas was one of those simple sensations my mom perfected. There is something about the combination of pork, salsa verde (green sauce) and jack cheese. Las Palmas is my preference for green . . . more
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January 12, 2008 10:17 PM EST --
I was excited when I learned that my college daughter Alli was bringing home her roomate for Thanksgiving. Francesca was from sunny California and preferred a fruitatarian lifestyle. However, that was . . . more
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August 22, 2008 11:59 AM EDT --
While the original Insalata Caprese hails from the the Italian region of Campania, it becomes distinctly Minnesotan in August. For a wonderful, short burst of abundance, local farms, gardens and deck . . . more
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April 21, 2006 11:33 PM EDT --
I can still remember those dehydrated scrambled eggs my eighth-grade classmate served up on our school trip to Point Reyes—tasteless and terrible to swallow. I had already experienced much outdoor . . . more
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