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I was notified by a certain Spanx-wearer who shall remain nameless that my blueberry focaccia picture did no justice to the dish's deliciousness, so here is a new picture that is hopefully more appetizing.  See the original post for a pic that I thought was very artsy and retro-ish and understand why I am neither a photographer nor an Instagram user. If you are a talented photographer and want to take pretty pictures of my food in exchange for eating lots of semi-bizarre-but-mostly-delicious food, let's talk. &nb...

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Carrot Chickpea Raisin Salad

The end is here! I'm off nights and back to the world of the living. Praise. The. Lord. This night shift was especially tough on my diet-- the combination of weird hours, dark nights, and cold weather is enough to send a woman straight to the all-gluten, all-sugar, everything-processed section of the grocery store. Basically, I was what needed to be cleaned up on aisle 9. So now that it's done we're in full-on detox mode, which means more vegetables and less SGS. Never fear--I still have to post some quality cookies, muffins, and cakes made during my interlude as a vampire-- so it...

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Trying to enjoy winter...

... but one thought remains in my mind: IS IT FERRAGOSTO YET? "I have always intended to live forever; but not until now, to live now."--Galway Kenne...

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Mojito Magic

Basically, it all boils down to this: if I like you, I will bake you a cake for your birthday/engagement/niece's quincenera/whatever. But if I adore you, I will make you one of my four favorite cakes on the planet. This mojito cake is one of them (for the record: nutella bread pudding, pumpkin praline trifle, and this really life-changing orange caramel cake are the other three).  It's not the simplest dessert to make--the original CakeLove recipe is three pages long-- but it is a labor of love that pays for itself four-fold in its deliciousness.  Last weekend I got the chance...

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Happy Valentine's Day!

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. --Emily Bronte   ... and I can't stop watching Downton Abbey. ...

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Paczki-lala

So, let's talk about my grandma. To borrow a phrase from the Queen Bee herself, she is just "the nuts." An avid animal lover and gardener by day, she takes the Northeastern Pennsylvania pony races by storm at night.  She has, on occasion, been known to refer to something lovely, impressive, or silly as "tchotchy-la-la." To this day, the Kef Family compliments one another as such ("Well, aren't you just a tchotchy-la-la?"). No one said we were normal. In addition to the unending affection of her grandchildren, daughers, and beloved Golden Doodle, she has captured the heart of one of the...

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Solid Gold Sh!t

Dear Friends-- As you may have heard, I'm on the night shift for awhile.  I originally intended for it to be six weeks of cooking fun, but mostly I have been keeping up with the Kardashians and the other trashy television stars who show up after 2 am. I have gotten off the couch long enough to get a couple new recipes in the works, but nothing's been perfected yet except my memorization of the new Insanity infomercial in its entirety. In the meantime, I've been gorging myself on what I call "Solid Gold Sh!t" (bonus points if you catch the Love Actually reference).  This is the foodgroup...

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Just a Thought

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