A classic coffee cake recipe gets jazzed up with the addition of coconut, pistachios, and chai spices.
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This Rosemary-Cornflake Oven Fried Chicken recipe is what I turn to when I need a family meal that’s a no brainer.
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Because fall is all about crisps, I took my classic crisp recipe and gave it a pear and gingersnap slant.
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This Maple-Spice Almond Butter Rice Treats Recipe is a fall-inspired, healthier take on Marshmallow Rice Treats.
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A recipe for the Italian pan-charred flatbread, the piadina.
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For the first time ever, I’m sharing my hard earned recipe for a Classic Basil Pesto!
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My summery take on upside-down cake with peaches, rhubarb, and polenta.
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A simple, healthy summer salad with lime shrimp, potatoes, tomatoes, anda cilantro-roasted pepper dressing.
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My Mom has a language all her own. Well, for all the etymology geeks out there, it’s not so much a language as a vernacular or even a jargon. No matter how you categorize it, it’s a sort of word pizzazz that’s distinctly hers.
Over the years, we’ve collected these terms with the goal of someday making a bound thesaurus — a Mom-saurus if you will. (Though, on second thought, that may sound more like something from the Paleolithic era than a word reference). Semantics aside, it’d be packed with turns of phrase, idioms, and sayings that just might be on an endangered words list were it not for my mother.
A few of the real gems include terms like: ravs instead of ravioli; sconces for, well, sconces but used at a rate higher than that of true sconce sightings; fisticuffs for any sort of run-in, but, when said, it must be accompanied by the action of spinning clenched fists under your chin in the manner of the Fighting Irish mascot; and excessive use of the word traipsing, as in, “the cat was traipsing about the garden with no regard for the orchids I had just planted.”
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These tacos might be my favorite new thing because they’re really a marriage of two of my favorite Mexican foods — tacos and quesadillas. I thought about calling them taco-dillas but griddled tacos seemed way more sophisticated especially when you think how that results in toasty tortillas, melty cheese, and all around goodness.
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