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This recipe utilizes a couple of my kitchens’ favorite secret weapons: chicken thighs and a quick brine. Add in a little five-spice powder, ginger, and garlic, and you’ve got a flavorful protein that’s the perfect accompaniment to rice, noodles, or stir-fried vegetables.
(Recipe for Five Spice Brined Chicken Thighs follows)
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I wrote this poem when he was just a couple of months old, when the night seeped into the day like an oil spill in fresh water, when our needs were an inseparable tangle of basics, when it was just the two of us at 4 in the morning, nursing in a dimly lit room. Having no free hands, I would roll the words around in my mouth, fitting them together like puzzle pieces, repeating them over and over to remember for a time when I had a pen, so in awe of the fact that this was a being who very shortly before, simply wasn’t.
(Recipe for The Ultimate Recovery Congee follows)
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She was named after a waitress. My boyfriend and I got her as a going away present from his aunt, a gesture my parents still don’t understand (“Who gives two 18 year olds who are about to move across the country A KITTEN?!”). I, on the other hand, was ecstatic. What better way to start a new chapter than with an insane 2 month old grey frizzed eager clawed butterball? With my dodge caravan loosely packed with the scarce possessions of teenagers, and after a panicked search for the missing kitten who had escaped the van to hide atop the wheel well, the three of us set off from Minnesota and headed west. Juniper roamed the van freely except for the stretch around Spokane where she sat, drenched and content, in a bin of cold water to keep from panting in the August heat.
(Recipe for Yaki-Udon for June follows)
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There’s a reason I’ve been so quiet. I’ve long had my next topic in mind, but the more I thought about it, the larger it became. After many months, this convoluted Godzilla-like beast of a concept wreaked havoc on my motivation because, frankly, it became too damn daunting of an undertaking. I felt that evoking King Kong was the only solution to beating this idea into submission and, well, he’s been busy doing whatever gigantic monkeys do.
How’s that for a disclaimer?
(Recipe for Comfortingly Lavish Macaroni & Cheese follows)
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