Abby Dodge’s S’mores Bars

So remember how I gushed about the people I met at the Big Summer Potluck, how warm and welcoming they were, how genuine and down to earth everyone was? None of that has changed.  They are all lovely people.  What I didn’t realize going into the event was exactly WHO some of these folks were.  At the risk of having BAH shut down by the food blog police for gross ignorance, I am oblivious to the vast majority of the food world. Continue reading “Abby Dodge’s S’mores Bars”

Like A Virgin

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For reasons that I don’t quite understand, this blog is feeling more and more like a confessional.  Sure, I’m resting on a cushy Aeron chair instead of a hard wooden kneeler.  And I’m staring at a computer screen into the digital abyss instead of through a confessional screen into the face of absolution.  The sounds of NPR or Pandora  Quick Mix, not the church organ, float about the room.  The room, which is bigger than a rest room stall, is not shrouded in darkness.  Instead, it is bathed in bright sunlight.  So if blogging is my confessional, does that mean cooking has become my religion?

Forgive me my sins, for I have been touched for the very first time…by rhubarb.

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