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If you're new here, subscribe to the RSS feed for regular updates direct to your Feedreader. Thanks for visiting! We clearly hadn’t had enough gelato in Rome , so we did it all over again in Florence. Here’s a list of all the gelateria we went to in one afternoon that was made up of walking, eating gelato and then some more gelato.CopyKat Recipes
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Ah, saturated fat. The most maligned and misunderstood "bad" food in the last thirty years. During the last year, I've been trying to figure out why everyone thinks saturated fat is evil and I have been unable to discover any evidence that there is evidence that saturated fats are bad for you.Evan told me about can-smoked tuna yesterday as we were discussing cool ways to apply fire to food . His friend David Ruderman, an Orthodox rabbi, showed him how to do it once, when he was visiting from Israel. David picked it up during his time in the military, where this trick originated. I have to admit, at first I was skeptical; the process involved packing a can of oil-packed tuna with a wad of toilet paper and setting it on fire.
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The Hungry Mouse. A visual guide to food and cooking. Tasty, fresh content from Jessie's kitchen.
We all have food traditions that are specific to our geographical location. I am a citizen of the Southeastern United States, and my residence is just outside the Great Smoky Mountains. I could tell you about a number of traditional and odd-sounding foodstuffs that I grew up on; eggs scrambled with crumbled cornbread, cushaw pie, chocolate grav y ... but this post is dedicated to a simple southern snack that I remember fondly: peanuts in Coca-Cola . When I was a kid I would ride to the gas station with my dad in his old beat-up work truck. While he filled the tank, I’d go inside the mini mart with a few dollars he’d given me and get a couple of Coca-Colas (in glass bottles) and two bags of salted peanuts.

