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New year, new you

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It’s how many of us start the new year.

We boldly and with all good intentions make resolutions, promises, goals, pledges, oaths and vows to improve the quality of our lives. For most of us the number one way to do that is by changing what we eat and how we move, you know exercise.

Some folks have decided to do it because they know they need too. Others are been admonished to do so by medical professionals. No matter what has inspired or impressed you into cleaning up your act, it’s not easy. Change never is. Continue reading →

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No prohibition here – just a new perennial favorite

bacon graphicBacon is not the enemy.

Sweet potatoes are not annuals.

These are facts.

Actually, these could be used as slogans on message clothing. I would particularly like that.

Sweet potatoes and yams are the perfect food. My mom would tell you it was my first food. Have you ever looked at their nutritional value? They are high in potassium, low in fat, high in vitamin A, and they have water soluble fiber. But sadly, sweet potatoes and yams are essentially sidelined and dismissed pretty much the entire year. Continue reading →

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How to fill “your modern pantry” with real with possibilities

Whats in your pantry web smallThe pantry used to be the nerve center of the kitchen.

When I was a little girl, mom had it stocked with lots of stuff from canned foods – some in canning jars – to dried beans and spices. Our moderately stocked pantry was a symbol of comfort and security for our family.  It was never bare or barren. When you looked in my mom’s pantry, you immediately knew that she was a cook whose objective was to make sure her family was well feed with hearty, rib sticking, and filling meals. Continue reading →

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Thanksgiving is all about the turkey, but does it have to be?

graphic: Turkey asking, "Not feeling me?"Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving.

The large, browned to perfection, glistening turkey is a monument that marks this hallowed occasion.

It’s the centerpiece at the table. We circle it like wagons and glaze upon its roasted image with wonder, delight and torrid, tasty desire.  The cook who prepared it must be a saint. Surely no sinner could create something so phenomenally divine. Continue reading →