Monthly Archives: August 2012

Everyone’s a Regular at 1861

Walking down the steps and into the dark wood doors of 1861 Restaurant is like stepping into another time and place. The walls are brick and decorated finely with wood and stone accents, classic light fixtures, and posh bar seating. I half expected to see Ernest Hemingway, bottle of gin in hand, sitting in a cozy circular booth and flirting with a dressed-to-kill Ava Gardner.

It’s hard to believe 1861 is located in Middletown, DE, only a few miles from my house. Opening for business in September of 2011, 1861 is named after the year Middletown was established. Seeing as the owner, Jasper, is a champion of the local community and describes his restaurant as “regional, casual pub fare, some might even call a gastro-pub” I couldn’t wait to try it.

Since film siren Ava Gardner is no longer with us, I opted for something even better and met my blessed-with-movie-star-good-looks friend Nicole for Happy Hour.

The beautiful Nicole, inside and out

Nicole’s a regular at 1861 and has always wanted to try the Scrapple Pizza. Yes, that’s right, SCRAPPLE. For those of you not from the Mid-Atlantic region, scrapple is a pork product traditionally served for breakfast. Kind of like sausage (but not really) in loaf form. I don’t usually eat it, but I’m up for anything local, so we ordered one. Topped with fried eggs and artfully doused with ketchup, Scrapple Pizza is a delicious take on breakfast, complete with hashbrowned potatoes.

Scrapple Pizza. Delicious.

As Nicole and I enjoyed our Happy Hour snack (and $5 glasses of Pinot Noir) Jasper, the owner, stopped by to say hello. Ever the gracious host, Jasper answered my questions about where his food comes from. I discovered that he relies heavily on Filasky’s, one of my favorite places to shop! He also makes a point to source most of his ingredients within 50 miles of the restaurant. Hailing from New York, Jasper’s restaurant philosophy is sophisticated yet simple, while his understanding of quality, regional ingredients is evident in the cuisine he produces.

Photo op! Jasper made me feel like a regular on my first visit

After gobbling up that pizza, Nicole and I made plans to come back with the husbands for dinner later in the week. Since Nicole and her husband Bryan dine at 1861 at least twice a week, it wasn’t hard to find a date. The date we picked happened to be Peach Festival day. In honor of this Middletown tradition, 1861′s menu boasted all things peach, including small plates like Peach Caprese Salad and Ribs with Peach Barbecue Sauce.

Peach barbecue sauced ribs

For the main course, the husband and I split the Shrimp and Grits. But a diner can also order casual fare like Fried Chicken and Waffles or 1861 Meatloaf. If you’re in the mood for something more upscale, try the Pan Seared Duck with Blackberry Gastrique. I’ve also heard great things about the Lamb Burger.

Our Shrimp and Grits arrived already split into two portions for us. Cheddar grits with bacon-infused shrimp were a perfectly rich combination. But the star of this show was the fried green tomato nestled on top of the creamy grits. Crunchy and juicy at the same time, the green tomato enlivened the dish, making it light, bright and comforting. Jasper told us he rode with Johnny from Filasky’s to a special field on the farm to pick these tomatoes. Johnny wanted to make sure they were perfect for 1861.

Shrimp and Cheddar Grits

For dessert, the boys enjoyed peach cobbler, while Nicole and I indulged in a decadent brownie with coconut ice cream from a local favorite, Woodside Creamery.

Thank you, Woodside Creamery

Peach Cobbler, the 1861 way

When Jasper stopped by to give Bryan a glass of his favorite Scotch, he chatted with us like we were old friends. A great ending to a pleasant evening.

A great ending to this blog post is the following review of 1861 written by the beautiful Nicole:

If I had to describe 1861 in one word it’d probably be propitious [for those of you not as smart as Nicole, it means "indicating a good chance of success"]. I have never been a foodie of any sorts, but I know a good recipe for success when I see one. Between its unique atmosphere, friendly staff and consistently good food it’s hardly a place to get sick of [and she's there A LOT]. In fact, the restaurant’s owner Jasper, recently introduced me to a fellow patron as a “regular”. I don’t think I’ve been considered a “regular” anywhere so I immediately felt special. Then I reminded myself that Jasper makes everyone feel special. He talks, and more importantly, he listens. I bet he could even tell you the brand name of our dehumidifier. We’re close like that. I’m even invited to the one year anniversary party in September. But then again, you probably are too.

If you ever see Bryan and Nicole in a corner booth, it would be easy to mistake them for movie stars. I mean, look at them. But they’re just regulars, being treated like celebrities and enjoying all the good things 1861 has to offer.

These two need to be in films

1861 Restaurant

423 North Broad Street

Middletown, DE 19701

302.376.7956

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Is It Fall Yet?

A strange thing happened this morning: I woke up and my nose was cold. Rather than casting off too-warm blankets in the night, I felt cozy in my nest of covers.  This is a welcome change, because with still about a month left until the official end of summer, I’m longing for fall.

I’m longing for fall so much that I spent the day pretending it’s already here. I stayed inside wearing flannel pajama pants and making a huge pot of chili. As the chili simmered on the stove, I pondered all the reasons I love fall. While they are many, I finally narrowed it down to five.

1. Shorter Days.

That’s misleading. It’s not so much about the shorter days, but the longer nights. I’m looking forward to cool evenings on the deck with a glass of red wine, and cozy, productive nights spent inside cooking and blogging. After a busy summer, the fall season will induce a sense of routine and calm (I hope).

2.  My Favorite Hat.

I’m obviously delighted to be wearing this hat

I know it’s officially fall when my tweed hat comes out of its drawer. I spent what I consider a lot of money on this hat, and it’s been worth every penny (mostly because I can wear it instead of washing my hair, while still looking put together). My favorite hat’s not the only good thing about fall fashion. Sweaters, boots, and jackets combine to create perfect layers. I love to layer. So do my friends. Here’s a fall photo of us exemplifying the layered look.

Is this an L.L. Bean ad?

3. Football.

It sounds so cliche, but I love to watch football on a Sunday afternoon.  There is nothing better than watching my team, The Patriots (don’t hate), do their thing. Nothing wrong with watching Tom Brady do his thing, either. I also love to make food for football watching.  After eating salsa, guacamole, and pulled pork tacos, the roar of the crowd lulls me into a contented, sleepy state where I half-dream that Tom Brady is caressing my cheek while complimenting my guacamole recipe.

Tom. Sigh. Photo credit: vman.com

I couldn’t choose between the two photos. Double sigh. Photo credit: vman.com

4. The Crisp Air.

The landscape changes in the fall. Not only do the leaves turn to vivid color in my part of the world, but something in the air shifts (hence my cold nose this morning). The summer humidity giving a dull edge to the sky and trees lifts, leaving in its place the fresh, clean lines of fall. Crispness is everywhere.

Fall in Burlington, VT

5. Fall Food.

Since this is a food blog, I have to say food, right? Well, maybe. But I mean it. Apples, pumpkins, root vegetables, greens, stews, soups, chilis, pies and cobblers–the food of fall is spectacular.

Apple Crisp with vanilla ice cream, a fall favorite

I made this Butternut Squash Soup with Herb Croutons for friends last year. We were wearing layers while we ate it.

Fall food also means fun day trips. I can’t wait to bite into the first Honeycrisp apple of the season, so I’ll be heading to Linvilla Orchard in Media, PA to pick my own. I get lost in the maze of apple trees, trying to find the perfect apples for pie making and the juiciest apples for eating on the spot.

My list could really go on an on. I didn’t even mention tiny pumpkins, Halloween, apple cider, fuzzy socks or this apple sling shot.

Fall Fun

What fall favorites would you add to my list? Tell me!

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A Deep, Dark Secret

Anne has a secret.

I’ve known Anne for a long time. We go to the same church, but we never really KNEW each other. It wasn’t until I started this blog that we began having longer and longer conversations. Anne has always supported the blog. Whenever a post hits Facebook, she’s one of the first to “like” it or leave a comment. At church, she’s always giving me magazine clippings related to food or coupons to a restaurant I mentioned on the blog. We exchange emails at least three times a week on a food, blog, or church-related topic.

Anne is simply a lovely person. She thinks of others, cares for her family, and excels at her very important job.

But like I said, Anne has a secret.

Slowly over time and several emails, she insinuated what this deep and hidden secret entailed. I was intrigued. We set a lunch date to discuss the details.

When I arrived at our local lunch spot, Anne was sitting at a table with a menu, looking fresh and summer-y in her white pants and blue-green top. She was the picture of transparency. One would never guess that she held a secret close to her heart.

After ordering, we chatted. I can’t say this is our word for word conversation, but you get the idea…

Anne: I haven’t told anyone this, except my husband.

Me: Why not?

Anne: Everyone will think I’m crazy. My husband thinks I’ve gone insane.

Me: {Eyebrow raises} Oh really?

Anne: Well…because…I…I…

Me: {Drumroll plays in my head and I take a breath of anticipation}

Anne: …I mean, I’ve gone vegan. Well, mostly vegan. I eat a vegan diet 95% of the time.

Me: Wow, Anne! You look different. Your skin is glowing.

Anne: I feel better. I have more energy. AND I’ve lost 22 pounds.

Me: {Beaming}

Anne began to tell me about her journey to vegan. I’m happy to report that my blog helped her along the way. She said in an email later that week, “Your blog led me down a path of education. I remember seeing your post about your consideration [to go] vegan…I remember thinking you were crazy; I could never do that. But the documentaries you mentioned watching peaked my interest. I also did like the idea of supporting local farmers from a community perspective and started to be aware of signs that said grass-fed or free range.”

The documentary she watched was Forks Over Knives, and it changed everything.

Anne knew she wanted to be around to see her son graduate from high school and to hold her grandchildren. In order to do that, her food lifestyle had to change. Anne remembers standing at her kitchen sink and breaking down. I can’t do this; I just can’t; it’s too overwhelming, she cried. Anne says that’s when God stepped in and assured her everything was going to be okay. An unexplainable peace spread over her. In hindsight, Anne says this process has been a gradual “God-thing.” She gave up cheese a while back and doesn’t even have cheese cravings (gasp!). And sugar? She doesn’t even put it in her coffee (double gasp!).

The hardest part of the change is grocery shopping. She has to read every label, which took too much time at first. To add to the stress, her first trips to the grocery store were frustrating because she couldn’t find anything. “All the healthy options are not placed at eye level,” Anne noted. “They are either on the bottom shelf or way up high.” (Interesting, and just another reason I don’t like the grocery store.)

Anne admits she has to cook one meal for her family and one meal for herself. But right now that’s easy, because she’s more than happy with a big salad full of summer produce and topped with Delaware’s own “Freakin’ Fresh Salsa”. She also eats lots of beans, whole grains and can’t get enough of steel-cut oats and almond milk for breakfast.

Anne consumes no dairy, no oil and no alcohol. I was shocked by this (no wine? eek!). But Anne’s also realistic. If she’s out, she may indulge in salad with chicken, or if it’s a special occasion, she’ll have a glass of wine. That’s why right now, she’s 95% vegan. Anne’s smart to give herself the 5% leeway. An all-or-nothing attitude is difficult to maintain. Even so, Anne’s realizing her tastes have changed–she doesn’t even want to eat red meat anymore.

But what’s the best part of Anne’s big vegan secret? Healthy changes making a physical difference! I mentioned earlier that Anne has dropped over 22 pounds. She feels better; she sleeps better; and she has more energy. Not only that, but only two weeks after starting her vegan lifestyle, Anne’s bad cholesterol dropped from 168 to 59! All I can say is, what the WHAT? And GOOD JOB, Anne!

I am beyond thrilled that the thoughts I randomly place on Rachel’s Table helped Anne make this decision, even in a small way. But I can’t take any of the credit. Anne has tenacity! I’ve never seen anyone more committed or disciplined in her pursuit of healthy.

Thanks for sharing your “secret” with me, Anne! You are an inspiration, and like I always say, I’m your biggest cheerleader!

 

{This post part of Fight Back Fridays on Food Renegade}

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More Grocery Store Redemption

While having a cup of coffee and reading the paper this morning (I’m officially my parents) I noticed an ad in the Shop Rite circular.

“Grown Fresh. Grown Locally. Grown for Shop Rite.”

Another area grocery store has redeemed itself! Local produce and a great price! Thank you, Shop Rite!

Now I think I need to head down to my neighborhood Safeway and find out why they don’t offer (or at least advertise) more local options.

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Guilt-Free Tomato, Basil, and Red Onion Summer Salad

I feel guilty about something. I’m not even sure why I feel guilty about this particular thing.  I didn’t commit a crime, like a hit and run or insurance fraud. In fact, I hurt nothing and no one. I should NOT feel guilty at all.

But such is my nature: riddled with guilt and regret.

This is my guilty face, which is eerily similar to my disappointed face

It all started when I picked up my CSA farm share this afternoon. I already felt guilty about that because I was SUPPOSED to pick it up yesterday at my set-in-stone-for-the-last-two-months time slot. Unfortunately, I was stuck in Philly on a work errand. Toby, my flexible farmer, graciously supplied my farm share this afternoon. I apologized profusely. And guiltily, of course.

Next stop was the farmers market to buy some eggs, cheese, and chicken sausages. I stopped by the produce stand to see the local offerings. I snagged some blueberries, green beans, and mushrooms. Then I spotted the red onions. Not local. Glancing to my left and to my right with shifty eyes, I saw no one staring or pointing at me. I put the non-local red onion in my basket. And bought it.

So you’d think I’d have buyer’s remorse. Honestly, I didn’t. I justified that red onion, considering it a staple like sugar or olive oil. The guilt worked its way out of my shoulders and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I made one more stop before heading home: the dreaded grocery store. I needed personal items like toilet paper and q-tips. As I was making my way through the aisles, I noticed the neat and enticing rows of salad dressing bottles. Old favorites like Hidden Valley Ranch and Wishbone Italian called my name. My local self-discipline kicked in and I pushed the thought out of my mind. Until I saw it.

Brianna’s Blush Wine Vinaigrette. My favorite salad dressing of all time.  Impulsively I put it in my cart next to the q-tips.

Why does this feel like cheating?

You may be thinking, Who cares? It’s only salad dressing! You don’t understand. I like to make my own salad dressing with local yogurt and herbs. Brianna’s is from Texas. Texas!? I argued with myself to no avail. Ignoring the guilt, I scanned the bottle at self check- out. I swear the annoying machine said, “Not-on-your-locavore-diet vinaigrette, $3.49. You saved $.49 and gained a guilty conscience.”

At home, I unpacked my purchases, including the lovely items from my farm share. As I set colorful, tiny tomatoes and a bunch of basil on the counter, I had an epiphany.

Epiphany tomatoes

Suddenly everything became clear. I was destined to make a summer salad with tomato, basil, red onion, and Texas salad dressing. The sweet and tangy taste of the vinaigrette was a perfect match for the candy-sweet tomatoes and fresh basil.

I still feel a little guilty, but I don’t regret it.

Guilt-Free Tomato, Basil, and Red Onion Summer Salad

Ingredients:

1 pint cherry tomatoes, yellow and red, cut in half lengthwise

1 small red onion, diced

1 bunch fresh basil leaves, chiffonade into ribbons

1 – 2 tablespoons Brianna’s Blush Wine Vinaigrette, depending on how much dressing you like

Kosher salt

Black pepper

Combine tomatoes, onion, basil, and vinaigrette together in a bowl. Season with salt and pepper to your desired taste. Enjoy guilt free and with no regrets, even if you eat the whole bowl by yourself.

Worth it

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Grocery Store Redemption

This morning I ran to the bank, which happens to be in a grocery store called Acme. After I did my banking, I headed over to the produce department to see if I could find something local.

I did!

After all my complaining the other day about no local produce at MY grocery store, I felt like this one redeemed all supermarkets for me. At least for today.

If you are a Delawarean living off Route 40 in Bear, head over to your local Acme in Fox Run Shopping Center for some peaches, green peppers, squash, and cucumbers. Just look for the Locally Grown signs!

It’s nice to know that I don’t have to go all the way up to Whole Foods to get some good produce. Thanks, Acme!

Is it weird that my heart skipped a beat when I saw these signs?

Eggplant, Summer Squash, and Cucumbers

How pretty are these peppers?

Local, luscious peaches

 

 

 

 

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Rachel’s Table Meets Talula’s Table

If you’ve never been to downtown Kennett Square, PA, you should go. Not just for the quaint shops and great bookstores, but for the food.  One eatery is called Talula’s Table, a gourmet market and all purpose breakfast, lunch, and dinner spot. They offer everything from local cheeses (like Doe Run Dairy’s Hummingbird cheese, which you can find at the Newark Co-Op Farmers Market on Sundays) to pre-made salads and sandwiches to house baked tarts made with local berries. Not to mention all the sauces and spices you need to stock your gourmet pantry, or a take home dinner of roast chicken with all the interesting and healthy side dishes to go with it.

I love chicken salad!

Greek Salad made with organic ingredients

The husband and I enjoyed an afternoon treat and an Americano from their full service coffee bar while soaking up the bright and inviting atmosphere.

Chocolate, Blackberry, and Mixed Berry Tarts

A Cozy Table

I fell in love. (Did I mention they have over 100 cheeses in their cheese case?)

I’m not the first person to fall in love with Talula’s Table. They offer a wildly popular dining experience called Farm Table Dinners. So wildly popular, you must book a reservation for a party of 10 to 12 one year in advance. With eight carefully planned courses made with local, organic and sustainable ingredients, it’s hard to imagine waiting a full year!

You may not be able to see the table in the back, but that’s where they host their Farm Table Dinners

Window Shopping

I’ll happily drive a pleasant 45 minutes through the Delaware and Pennsylvania country side to have a sweet treat and a coffee at Talula’s Table. But next time, I’ll be sure to take home a gourmet dinner.

Talula’s Table

102 West State Street

Kennett Square, PA 19348

610.444.8255

Open 7 days a week, 7 am to 7 pm

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{recipe} Blueberry Salsa

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BLUEBERRY PICKING SEASON

I have a deep love for blueberries and celebrate each year when the first berries have ripened on the bush.  Some people have a hard time resisting chocolate brownies or sweets, and I can commiserate with them.  But, for me, the real struggle is blueberries. Laugh if you must, I understand it sounds minor.  Those in my family will testify to this: I can, and do, eat an obscene amount of blueberries.  

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Blueberries are one of my favorite things! Check out this interesting recipe for Blueberry Salsa. Maybe the addition of a jalapeno would be good?
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What Will We Do With It?

I planned to write a post dedicated to a fabulous lunch I had while attending a conference for work. I hunkered down in my conference seat to upload photos of said lunch, preparing to post from my phone (nothing could be more important than the blog, of course).

But then…

The video screen up front showed a girl with dark hair and darker eyes. She’s from South America, living in a rural, wooded area between the tree canopies and earth. Her mother is dead; her father is disabled and cannot work. Images of the girl wearing a pale blue headband, pink t-shirt, and a jean skirt flash by: she’s throwing tortillas on the grate over an open flame, she’s gathering wood from the forest floor, she’s rubbing clothes along a wash board, she’s removing a cast iron pot half her size from a high flame. She speaks: she misses her mother, she takes care of the house work and her younger siblings, she worries her family will not eat tomorrow.

She’s eight years old.

I fully expected to learn something about leadership and ministry at this conference. I do every year. But I never expected to FEEL so much.

Honestly, I felt a bit like a sucker. I’m sure you’ve seen similar images. People are in need everywhere, after all. I felt like a sucker because they had me right where they wanted me. Just like that, a switch flipped in my heart. I was in tears over a little girl on the screen.

But you have to understand…

SHE SMILED.  Amidst the turmoil and hard work, she smiled. Her two front teeth are missing, she has a dimple in her chin, and her black eyes are shining.

More images: she puts on a backpack and walks a trail through the woods. Joining other children in a building with bright walls, she claps and dances and sings.

This girl was smiling, clapping, dancing, and singing because of $38 a month.

ONLY $38. We spent more than that on the fabulous lunch I mentioned earlier.

At the conference, I learned about world issues I’ve heard about before–AIDS orphans in Africa,  sex trafficking, and education reform in underprivileged areas right here in the U.S. But now I saw faces to match the issues.

I’m venturing off blog topic here. So rather than show you photos of my lunch, I’ll show you one photo. This is Brenda Anatoli Salema. She lives in an AIDS-affected village in Tanzania with her mother and two siblings. Brenda helps in the kitchen, runs errands and carries water. She loves to play hide-and-seek.

Through Compassion International, I’ll be sending Brenda and her family $38 a month. I’ll give up a bottle of wine or a dinner out in hopes that one day I’ll receive a picture of Brenda smiling. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy smile.

The sun emerges predictably red on the horizon, start the clock on the day…mostly unaware that we are inexorably connected one to another in invisible pathways…jetstreams, shipping lanes, prevailing winds, genetic strains, climate patterns, tidal pulls, the mysterious inroads of prayer. Connected: when one is lost, another grieves, when one is hurt, another bleeds. This day is in our hands…what will we do with it? (gregfergusonblog.blogspot.com)

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I’m-Disgusted-with-the-Grocery-Store Sweet Corn and Bacon Pasta

I wrote a guest post debuting today on Childhood Relived. I waxed nostalgic about the snack foods of my youth, most of them processed and full of high fructose corn syrup. (Make sure to check it out for nostalgic stories and embarrassing photos.)

Reminiscing about these foods made me thankful for a mom that cooked healthy meals, so at least I was forced to make good food choices at home. The 1987 to 1994 versions of myself would choose a Mountain Dew, a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, or a Hostess Cupcake every single time (or all three at once).

Even now,  my permed and neon clad 1987 self takes over and wants to buy anything processed and packaged, boxed items like Zatarain’s jambalaya mix (one of my favorite things) or sweet treats like Nutter Butters and Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies.

The temptation to buy processed foods is one of the reasons I rarely shop at the grocery store. These days I go to the farmers market or John’s backyard (I could live on his tomatoes). But last Sunday I needed to buy some cat supplies (we just welcomed a new calico kitten into our family) so I headed to the closest store which happens to be a grocery store. While there I decided to get something for dinner.  I thought to myself, Certainly I can buy some local produce; it’s summer after all.

I was mistaken. Nothing was local. But more importantly nothing looked good or fresh. The only thing I actually wanted to buy was an avocado, but it’s not on my locavore diet.

Disgusted, I purchased the kitten supplies and determined to make do with what I had at home.

I thought you should all meet ZuZu

Rummaging through the refrigerator and pantry, I discovered local corn, yummy local double smoked bacon, chicken stock leftover from a previous recipe, local cream, and leftover pasta. Inspired by the memory of a recipe on Frugal Foodie Family, I made Sweet Corn and Bacon Pasta.

Sweet Corn and Bacon Pasta

Ingredients:

3 slices bacon, diced into bit-sized pieces

1 small red onion, diced

Kernels from 2 ears of fresh corn

1/2 cup chicken stock

1/2 cup heavy cream

1/4 teaspoon smoked paprika

pinch of cayenne pepper

1/2 pound of cooked pasta, whatever shape you like

1/4 cup Pecorino Romano

salt and pepper to taste

In a large skillet, get the bacon going over high heat. Cook until the bacon starts browning and crisping up. Turn the heat to medium high and add the onion. Cook until the onion is translucent, about 4 minutes.

Nothing smells better than bacon (or onions)

Add the corn and stir to combine. Add the chicken stock, heavy cream, smoked paprika and dash of cayenne pepper. Let that hang out for about 5 minutes.

Looks good already

Cream and corn with a kick

Mix in the cheese and taste. Add as much salt and pepper as you like (I only needed to add pepper because the bacon and cheese are salty enough). Stir in the pasta to combine. Remove from heat and serve.

The husband and I finished this entire dish by ourselves, so I would say it serves two. But maybe it could serve three people with reasonable appetites.

If I can pull this recipe off with local items I didn’t even know I had, I’ll never need to shop at the grocery store again!

Being disgusted with the grocery store never tasted so good

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