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Easy Shrimp Scampi for Amelia and the Roomies

To my darling, sous chef, and novice cook, Amelia. Here is a super easy Shrimp Scampi recipe.  In order to be successful, however, you must attempt to utilize all these ingredients, or, as you found out, you will be left with a pot of butter and shrimp. While not terrible, it is not Shrimp Scampi. Your Italian heritage is there, buried somewhere under chicken wings, pizza, Ben & Jerry’s and other college type foods. Get in touch with your inner…

Is it just a dress?

I was recently at my mother's house and started to think about any old items that I may have stored there over the years. Amongst the old prom dresses, college text books and teddy bears, I remembered my wedding dress was under the bed forever sealed in one of those super air-tight preservation boxes. I pulled it out and opened the lid and there was my dress and head piece, impenetrably locked up tight, looking brand new.  A shoe box…

Cooking with Saffron- Saffron Cream Sauce Over Sole

Many cooks shy away from using Saffron. An expensive spice, but well worth the outlay for a special occasion dinner. Saffron comes from the flower of crocus sativus, but is commonly referred to as the saffron crocus.  The threads are dried and very delicate to the touch.  I assume harvesting is labor intensive and extremely time consuming, hence the price that accompanies it. It is commonly sold in small glass tubes and a little goes a long way. Just over…

They have a personal trainer for that?

(Please read in its entirety) This is a type of public service announcement, seriously.  I have never shied away from talking about anything personal.  Miscarriages, breast cancer, menopause, hot flashes, infertility and other sorted topics have surfaced here giving rise to open conversations and awareness.  Humor can make things better, or at least easier to face. This one, however, takes the cake. I am talking about bladder issues, prolapsed bladder, fallen pelvic floor- whatever you want to call it. It…

The shoes tell the story.

The tell-tale sign of how much activity is going on in my house is determined by the pile of shoes. Yes, shoes. At any given time, there could be anywhere from 10- 40 pair of visitors’ shoes.  Men, women, boys and girls.  Boots, sneakers, Chuck Taylors, Timberland and Nike.  Seeing the shoes makes me smile. This holiday break, I experienced a slight flux in shoe appearances, and scenes of things to come.  Jack was in Germany from December 26th thru…