Ginger, Honey and Lemon: Can You Guess How I’m Feeling?

O.K., which of you stuffed my ears with marshmallows and forced me to swallow a cheese grater? I know one of you is the culprit because there’s no other explanation for why I feel this way.

Unless I’m sick. But we don’t want to consider that possibility. Sickness is not an option when you have a million things to do while accompanied by an overactive toddler intent on performing a new death-defying stunt every 45 seconds (e.g., somersault off fireplace onto end table followed by double layout onto couch).

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Thinking Inside the Box: Sweet Potato Flapjack Tuesday

Today is Pancake Tuesday (a.k.a. Fat Tuesday/Shrove Tuesday/Mardi Gras). I’m not exactly a religious person and I certainly don’t give up anything for Lent. I do, however, adore an excuse to eat pancakes.

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The Weekly Organics Box Stir Fry

It had to be done. I fixed a firm expression on my face and told my husband the news, “We’re not having stir fries anymore.”

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O.K., So You’ve Opened the Box. Now What?

In university, I devoted entire days to planning my study time. I lived for color-coded spreadsheets, time line along the side, courses listed across the top. (Did you say: Procrastinator?)

I left the color-coding behind years ago but retained the need to organize. I’d always write out a meal plan for the week. From there, I’d extract a grocery list. Then I’d sort items into the order they’re found in the store, crossing off from the original list as things were placed onto the new list. (Did you say: Obsessive?)

Those were the good old days, the Pre-Weekly-Organic-Box Days. Things have now been turned upside down: The food comes first. What’s a girl to do?

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Hot Chocolate Cake: All Meanings Realized

I’ve been making this Hot Chocolate Cake for years but only recently noticed the ambiguous title. Then, I also noticed that all possible meanings are borne out. How fun!

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Candied Ginger Pudding on Food 52

Linguistically Ambiguous Foods is the current Cook the Story theme. I therefore couldn’t resist submitting the ambiguously named Candied Ginger Pudding to the Food 52 Pudding Contest.

The title can be interpreted as Candied-Ginger Pudding since the pudding’s flavor is achieved by steeping candied ginger in milk.

The title can also be interpreted as Candied Ginger-Pudding since each individual serving of pudding is topped with a candy crust.

But who really cares about the title? It’s the taste you want to know about.

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Unambiguously Baked Baked Potato Soup

I squinted down at the bowlful of white glop in front of me then up at the waitress. I asked, “Where’s the cheese?”

“What cheese?”

“The cheese! The cheese! How can you have baked potato soup without cheese?”

She looked at me like I was nuts. “We don’t put cheese on our baked potatoes so why would we put it on our baked potato soup?”

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The Hot Cheesy Dip and Linguistically Ambiguous Foods

Introducing the next Cook the Story series:

LINGUISTICALLY AMBIGUOUS FOODS

Whazzat?

Time for a Linguistics lesson! (Don’t worry. I’ll make it brief.)

Linguists get a bit excited when they’re around ambiguity. If you’ve ever taken a course in Linguistics, raise your hand if you’ve heard too much about the word “unlockable” or if you’ve drawn two sentence structure diagrams for “The boy saw the girl with the binoculars.”

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Wake up to a Mediterranean Sandwich (Recipe from the Falcon Lake Deli)

I just saw a Subway billboard that read, “A great sub ahead of time! Now open at 7am.” I wondered, “Who wants a sub at 7am???”

Then I remembered the first Saturday I waited tables at my parents’ Falcon Lake Deli. They wanted me there at 9am. I didn’t have a clue why they needed a waitress in the morning when they didn’t even serve breakfast. Read the rest of this entry »

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