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Lord, let there be lemons.
The first time I tasted limoncello I realized I’d been wrong to think God made lemons so we might enjoy lemon curd. Tart, sweet, chilly on the tongue but warm in the throat, limoncello is the adult...
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When in Omaha.
The purpose behind today’s story, before we talk about food for the week, is to remind you not to judge a book by its cover. I promise, you won’t have to stay with me long before we get into a recipe...
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Come to Bethlehem and eat.
So, you’ll think this is a post about a taxi ride, and of course it is. But it’s also about how I still, to this very day, forget that food can be our greatest connector. I was in Houston this week,...
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Big Don and the vagabond days.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, for a very short time, I lived in Jackson, Wyoming. I was a squatter, a gypsy, camped out in my little sister’s basement on a futon with a wooden wine crate for a...
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