That’s pronounced “beans and keen,” for you whole grain noobs.
Actually, I probably am. I choose to ignore it.
Beans, beans, the musical fruit. The more you eat, the less your friends want to be around you.
Once up a time, I was a vegetarian. For almost four years, actually.
First Tuesday of the month: Tight Ass dinner. Theme chosen by last month’s most impressive tightwad: picnic food. Incredibly mundane response: pasta salad. Level of satisfaction with meal: priceless.
Muchas gracias to today’s guest poster, Marc of No Recipes, who greatly underestimates the size of his corner of blogscurity. His post, appropriately, is about pork. When Michelle asked me if I could guest blog, ...
Jamie Oliver wants to make me a Better Cook. And you know what? I want to let him. Not just because I want to reach up and tousle his slightly windblown yet actually styled and ...
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