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Pepper Confusion

Hot Pepper Confusion

I never cooked with them growing up, and now I can’t seem to figure out which peppers are which. My grocery store does not help me, as you can see. If they would simply line up the correct sign over the correlative peppers, I’d maybe get closer to cooking with these marvelous creatures. The sign […]

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Playing the banana lottery

Playing the banana lottery

I have four guys in my family. Nobody really cooks much, so I try to keep reasonably healthy and easy-to-eat (read: no actual cooks are used in the making of this item) foods around for them. Bananas are on the list. But my family is funny about bananas. They will love them, devour them, never […]

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Breakfast Curiosity

Breakfast Curiosity

Saturday morning I got up to make sausages and pancakes for me and the five guys in my house (ages 41, 14, 13, 10, and 7). I set out six napkins with six forks on top. At the end of the meal, one fork remained untouched (??) and five napkins had never been used. I […]

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how to make sloppy joes

by the First, age 12. Prepare:The First: “Hey Mom, you want sloppy joes for dinner?”Mom: “No thanks.”(disappointed silence)Mom: “But you could make them.”The First (underwhelmed): “Oh.” Then:1. Dump frozen turkey into overheated skillet.2. Realize paper frozen to bottom of turkey is now on fire.3. Ask Mom to stop doing flash cards with cranky 7 year […]

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Pancake scheduling system

The Pancake Scheduling System

Last Saturday morning I rocked the house with my (only slightly singed or gooey, take your pick) made-from-scratch (um, I mixed the milk and raspberries into the Bisquick) pancakes. The boys are not particularly snooty about their pancakes, thus I was hailed by all as the undisputed (and uncontested — no one ELSE wants to […]

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mem-ries, da da da da da da daaaah

What a shock it is when your six-year-old begins to reminisce about his younger days. The other day the Maker and the Ice were in the back seat when something prompted this conversation: Maker: Remember when Mom used to make us real play dough?Ice: That was awesome! We had to be careful when it first […]

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I have sunk to new lows

We’re out ofÂ…well, everything. So I had a microwaved hot dog and four glazed donut holes for breakfast. I’m not unaware of the irony of the proximity of this sordid confession to the Spongebob-popsicle-from-hell post. My children — at least the two who were awake — eschewed the hot dog idea and gleefully inhaled the […]

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