I am busty Very busty, it makes me look fat Don’t blame me Blame my Grandmother On my Dad’s side She gave me Her Breast DNA
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Daring to Cook Brunswick Stew!
It was a year ago, almost to this day, when I gave up watching TV, for good. The good news is one year later, I’m back. But why did I let go in the first place? Well, this – my hiding place, my lab, my joy, my blog. For me…and for you (if you want,...
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Empanada, Empanada – Argentina with Love
This week on Culinary Tour 2010, hosted by Joan of Foodalogue.com, we’re in Argentina, the second largest country in South America.
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What would you do for bacon and beans?
That’s how the Dutch describe this event people like me, who come only to watch the proceedings….and not take part! We do it voor Spek en Bonen – for bacon and beans! Yep, that’s me :-). Would you take a dip in ocean waters….at 0 degrees centigrade?
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What we had @ dinner last Christmas!
I’m an MOT (mother-of-three), life has changed since I was a teenager. A long time ago, schedules were kept and routines followed. In the days BC (Before Children), alarm clocks worked and children slept in their beds. But that was a long time ago.
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Christmas with Celeriac: I hate Celery but…
…I love Celeriac! Serious. Weird right? How can I adore Celeriac and not worship Celery? Quite easily. I hate the lingering oniony smell with celery and the strong after taste…and though Celeriac has the same smell, it is a much lighter fragrance with a less powerful smell. Plus it hints at Celery but rather than...
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Sinterklaas celebrations
Sinterklaas is come and gone, he’s hopped back on his boat – destination – Spanje! Dag, St Nicholas, tot volgende jaar (St Nicholas, till next year). But no one calls him Nicholas. It is the name of a saint and much too ‘uppity’ for your everyday Dutch man. The Dutch pride themselves on being ‘equal’,...
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Roast Chestnut soup and Pearl balls
So, now that Sinterklaas is come and gone….at least till December 5th, I can get on with my life. And my Thanksgiving offerings. With joy too…because I found my sausage. Yes, serious. I bought it at the Italian stall at the Eten & Drinken 2010…and left it there. And I was a tad bit upset....