Month: September 2009
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I totally respect rules about food. Italians, I think, might be the kings of this habit: No grated cheese on fish pasta! No cappuccinos after breakfast! No cream in pasta carbonara! And sit down when the pasta is ready and eat it right away, for crying out loud, not 10 minutes later after you've finished…
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You know what's disappointing? Clipping a recipe Nine Whole Years Ago (9!), saving it meticulously for Just The Right Occasion, finally getting to That Blessed Moment, and realizing that the recipe is A Total Dud. D. U. D. Oh! There was so much potential. First of all, the recipe came from Molly O'Neill, back when…
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I've been brainstorming. A home is not a home until bread is baked in it. Or, maybe: Bread baking makes a home? Let's see, how about this: A loaf in the oven, a home complete. That last one isn't so bad, but still, I don't know. I'm not going to become famous for my phrases…
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The story of my summer vacation: One girl, one grill, several pounds of costoluto tomatoes and a tableful of happy eaters, contentedly rubbing crusty grilled bread with cloves of garlic, papery shreds falling away hither and thither, then squashing the herbed, bubbling tomatoes into the crumb, with a drizzle of olive oil on top for…
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