Tales of a former food snob

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Once upon a time I fancied myself a gourmet cook. I put paper booties on my crown roasts and added white truffle oil to my grits. I stuffed every vegetable I could find, thinking it couldn’t possibly taste good on its own.

Mine was a simple case of “cooking to impress” to cover my inherent inadequacies in the kitchen. The sad truth is, my southern mother never taught me to cook because I made such a mess in the kitchen. Still do.

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Tales from a spinach freak

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Determined not to return to the grocery store until I use up stuff that’s not paying rent to live at my house, I plundered through the freezer today.

I had six bags of frozen spinach , a bag of flash frozen chicken breasts,  and some other stuff I couldn’t identify. A long time lover of spinach, I decided to improvise, or I could set the spinach  outside and watch the raccoons run for the hills.  I decided to cook it up.

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Real ex-wives in Mississippi

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I have a new idea for a reality show which will be about as interesting and entertaining as any other reality show I’ve seen lately on the “boob” tube.

(Side note: Isn’t it ironic that once upon a time, we called the television  the “Boob Tube,” never dreaming that by the 21st century, boobs would become the central focus of programming – and for general audiences no less!)

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