I was about to start this post with "Dear Matthew" when I realized that I started my last post in a similar fashion and I'm not writing letters he...
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Matt went to Las Vegas for the weekend to hang out with his brother so I was left to my own devices. Usually, when Matt goes away, I start to feve...
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For the pancakes: 1 1/4 cup of barley flour 1 teaspoon of baking powder 1/2 teaspoon of salt 1/4 cup of muscovado sugar (or brown sugar) 1/...
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My dad has this habit of announcing that things are either 'famous' or 'better than anything you have ever tried.' He does this with everything fr...
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We've been writing here at Turntable Kitchen for nearly three weeks now and I am finally feeling like I'm settling in. It's kind of like starting...
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When my parents and I moved to America, I quickly started calling everyone I ever spoke with in class my 'friends.' My parents were perplexed. "Th...
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Do you cook with your spouse? Although Matt is officially 'the music guy' in our household, he is no stranger to the kitchen. In fact, he and I ar...
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Few things are more satisfying than writing in the rain. For a person who tends to be go go go, rain is a great excuse to throw on a pair of sweat...
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There was a time when I was a die-hard Jersey girl. New Jersey was the first place I ever lived in America and for a girl who had a sizable collec...
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We women are constantly reminding each other that we support one another. We welcome and share each other's ideas. We compliment each other on our...
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It’s summer, which means that my cooking looks a lot like eating watermelon salad and peaches over the sink… with a side of rice and beans. I’...
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At some point, it became expected that whenever I would go home to visit my family, I would bring a delicious baked good (or goods). In some ways,...