Archive for August, 2008

Take my cauliflower, please

Aug 30th, 2008

Really. Please, take it. It is so totally icky. I have come a long way from my days of subsiding on nothing more than vanilla yogurt (my childhood motto: have Dannon will travel) and my ironclad stubborn refusal to try anything new. Part of the idea behind joining a CSA (don’t remember what this is? [...]

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Someday my prince will hop away

Aug 25th, 2008

There I was, casually pulling weeds from the cucumbers the other day when I happened to glance over at the strawberry patch. What I saw there terrified me. It ripped a scream from my throat. I started to run and actually made it half way across the yard yelling and flailing my arms before I [...]

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Let’s talk about sex, baby

Aug 20th, 2008

Sure, springtime’s got young lovers and the birds and the bees and I’m on board with all of that. Who doesn’t like love in their air? But honestly, it’s autumn that has my thoughts turning to sex. Pumpkin sex that is, and squash booty and hot cucumber action and well, you get the picture. Visions [...]

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Pasta with Butternut Squash and Sage

Aug 19th, 2008

This is one of the very few dishes that I truly adore as leftovers. The flavors continue to come together as it sits in the fridge. It’s super good, I promise. INGREDIENTS: 1 small butternut squash, peeled, seeded and cut into 1/2 –inch cubes 1 small onion, diced 1 tbsp. plus 1/3 cup olive oil [...]

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And away we went…

Aug 16th, 2008

I feel awful. Just as you were getting used to a regular dose of dry wit and a side of brilliant recipes, poof, the green Bieners just up and disappeared. My sincere apologies. Thing is, I’m pretty new to life in the blog-o-sphere and while I did remember to pack 18 pairs of panties and [...]

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