I grew up on a farm and ranch, eating what we grew. Mom, the blue blood, fell in love with that handsome poor boy soldier who ate from a hobo soup pot in the Depression. Mom was determined that I would marry well, have a maid, and she was adamant that I not learn to cook. (Or clean, or iron clothes, even though she did.)

I can't say for sure where I found these, I didn''t save the link, but the title embedded in my saved extract is 5 Snapshot Recipes for One-Pot Magic Pastas.

This is what I've been reading lately:

Today I made some whole wheat Cacao Brownies from scratch. The recipe is based on a cookbook recipe I modified.

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I've been trying for the last few years to lose weight, but with my disabilities, exercise...well...sucks. That's bound to happen when you're hemiplegic. But then I found something that doesn't suck: my complex wading pool. Sure, it might be only 3 to four feet deep, but there's a lot you can still do with that, with or without equipment.

Welcome to Sunday Brunch. This is an open topic thread so help yourself to the goodies and sit a spell and let us know what is new with you. Growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area I was exposed to some of the best Chinese food in the world. One of my favorites is the steamed pork buns Char Siu Bao. Living in North Carolina I don't have the access to Chinese food and ingredients like I did in San Francisco or Chicago when I lived there.

For sports fans, the approach of of any sports season generally means good food. Arenas and stadiums are often filled with culinary delights, but, it is hard to argue with food cooked just outside of the stadium. Somehow it tastes even better, even if your vehicle has no tail to gate.