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Okay, fine, you win. RC is back up because I got way too many e-mails asking me for recipes and I just couldn't keep up. So here it is. Since we are already on subject of ME, what is the latest with me? Just still plugging away at my cookbook. This morning I had a photoshoot with Sheena and we photographed 5 recipes and there are about 26 total left to photograph. Not too bad! Anyways, enjoy

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Hello there, Happy Sunday to you! I thought I would give you a heads up that I am taking ol' Rookie Cookie down for good in two weeks. I thought I would let you know so you can gather what recipes you would like before they are gone. Why am I taking it down? A few reasons. 1. I have noticed that A LOT of recipes have errors. They aren't errors that alter the recipe, just typos and formatting.

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Well well well, looky who it is! It's me! I am here to formally tell you about my new project. People, I am writing a cookbook. It is fun, inspiring, scary, stressful and exciting. I'd like to invite you over to a new space so you can see my progress. Click HERE.

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Ashley Thalman PhotographyShall I pour a little of my soul on here? I think I shall.Three years ago to the day, I realized something profound. Food fascinates me. Ingredients, preparation methods, techniques, cultures, tools, traditions. All of those are something that I can't seem to get my fill of. And the best part is that the information and knowledge are endless.After realizing this thing

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There is only one big downer to having a giveaway this grand. My inbox has been brimming with comments from people entering. I can't seem to delete them fast enough. As usual, there is no random.org here. Just Ethanrandom.org. "Hey Ethan, a number between 1 and 303!" "16!" And that would be Jill Brady. So e-mail me and I will get your soup gear to you. whitney_leigh_ingram@yahoo.com

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Now is the time for soup.To get you started, I have an excellent giveaway. And I use the word excellent in very serious terms.The winner gets a Le Crueset 6 qt. enamel-on-steel stock pot(your choice of color)a Trudeau pot clip spoon restand a Mario Batali beach wood spoonSee, I told you it was excellent. To enter, leave a comment by evening time Sunday, September 26 and tell me your favorite fall

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This is one of those recipes that I have been making for years, but haven't ever taken the time to write the recipe down. It is one of those dishes that Ethan and I fight over who gets the last of the caramelized onions and garlic at the bottom of the pan. It is one of our favorites. And it isn't complicated and you most likely have all the ingredients on hand right now. Saute some onions, garlic

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"Camp Rock 2" was nauseating.I tried to like it, I really gave it an honest effort. But my efforts were for naught when Ethan got home and started laughing at Demi Lovato and how she "can't back down". She is just so serious. And then I just had to laugh too. But we were both careful to hide our laughing. Jack LOVED the show. He even put a little "Camp Rock 2" poster on his bulletin board in his

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Whether you make your own or buy it, you should keep a jar of pesto in your fridge. Here's why:You can...Toss some with pasta, tortellini or gnocchiUse it as a sandwich spreadMix in a spoonful with mashed potatoesWhisk a spoonful into into tomato or alfredo sauceUse in potato salad in place of mayoMake a dip with a spoonful of pesto and some pureed cannellini beansSpread it on homemade pizzaMix

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Violet was blessed a month ago. Family came to town and fun was had. Violet looked so beautiful in her blessing dress. With Violet being my first daughter, I was excited to have a really special dress for her. And long before Violet was born, I knew who would make her special dress. Megan Hall.Megan custom made Violet dress with impeccable detail and quality. The dress is truly heirloom quality.

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Maybe this can be one of you last farewells to summer? You can take advantage of fresh corn, jalapenos and cherry tomatoes and put this together for a fresh new take on pancakes- for dinner!This was one of those dishes where when I ate the first bite, I rolled my eyes in the back of head and groaned. It was delicious and also so satisfying to develop a successful recipe on the first try. I often

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First off, if you thought that this recipe is popcorn with a box of Stove-Top Stuffing in it, you are out of luck. You know me better than that.Since Jack is in morning kindergarten, we don't really have an after-school snack thing. We have afternoon-bored snacks. Sometimes I really fear the hours of about 3-6pm. It's when Van has woken up from his nap, Jack is hot and tired and I am losing steam

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My husband has made this for a few events in the last month or so. And according to him, people go bonkers for it. So I thought I would try it for myself. And sure enough, a juicy peach, burnt sugar and creamy cinnamon whipped cream are an excellent summer treat, especially with peaches wowing us all right now.If you own a kitchen torch, good news- you get to use it. Kitchen torches are so fun.

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About 3 years ago, my parents sold my childhood home. They lived there for almost 20 years. During that time, they raised six girls. I am sure many of my friends that read this blog have memories of that house from when we were growing up. There were endless toilet-paperings in the front yard, lots of slumber parties, dozens of boys knocking on the door and even a bag of flaming poop on the front

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Caitlyn said meatballs and mashed potatoes were a weird combination. Like I was ludicrous for wanting that. But I had my mind set. I wanted that for dinner and I was going to make it happen. Once my V children woke up from their naps, we made a mad dash for the grocery store. An onion and ground beef and I was in business.Turns out meatballs and mashed potatoes are incredibly satisfying. Like

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There is a Wal-Mart commercial that irks me. Let me set the scene. Little boy in school and teacher announces a pop quiz. Class gets nervous and little boy gets nervous. But on the sidelines is Mom watching him. And Mom is saying, "I can't actually be there for him, but I can give him a good breakfast." And then the advertisement is for Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Toaster Strudel. And then I want

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What dinner prep is complete without an open jar of Nutella and a soup spoon?No thanks to Ethan, I have (had) a 3-pack of Nutella from Costco. It was bought a few months ago and there is only one jar left. Actually, make that half of one jar.p.s. Remember when I was in "Real Simple" magazine? Yes, I really was. Click here.

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These are my kids lately:Congratulations to Jack. He is 5 1/2 and can finally pump himself on a swing. Good thing he figured it out before kindergarten or else he would be that kid.See? I told you Van has a huge mouth. Not sure what he is worked up about in this picture. Probably something to do with a denied refill of milk in his sippy cup.And Violet is still really adorable and perfect. And

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Text message series:Kalli: I have mass green beans. You interested?Me: Yes. I will call you in a bit.Kalli: Sweet. I am picking them right now.So I called her and claimed my green beans. She told me she had just picked them. How? I do not know. She was 36 weeks pregnant at the time. Bending over and picking green beans sounds nearly impossible. When I told her I was coming, I also mentioned that

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I originally wrote this post in January of 2009, but I thought I would put up here again. I get a lot of questions about how to shop for and plan a menu. With a bit of organization and planning, your weekly meals can be a piece of cake. Read on.This post isn't going to be for everyone. For some of you, this is all old news and you are a pro. But for others, this is going to be revolutionary and

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I completely forgot to pick a winner last night. Last night was major childrearing. Like one of those nights where you look at your husband and say, "We used to just date and now we are doing this." It was one of those nights where we just couldn't seem to get the children in bed and asleep. And then around 10 pm, Van and Jack came downstairs and said something about broken glass from a light

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Quick Saturday night note: SWEET PEA IS GIVING AWAY MICROPLANES.Sweet Pea is one of my favorite bloggers. Her and I have been reading each others blogs for years now. I know that if she lived next door, we would spend our afternoons sipping lemonade while our boys run through the sprinklers. But, she lives in Ohio. So instead of sipping lemonade, we read each other's blogs. You should read her's

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Up for grabs: An 11x14 inch print of the Julia Child quote, "You don't have to cook fancy or complicated masterpieces- just good food from fresh ingredients." In the background, it says "corn, green beans, tomatoes, zucchini, yellow squash, summer produce" over and over again. You get to choose which color from the ones below.Deadline: Enter by Sunday, August 22. I am not totally sure on what

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In case you were under the illusion that we always eat food made from scratch, notice the jar of Taco Bell queso. As I was putting groceries away, it kept asking me if Ethan and Jack could come out and play.

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I am not kidding you when I say that this is a 10 minute dinner. Only 10 minutes total. You simple bake the fish and then while it bakes, you make a quick white bean and basil mash to serve under the fish. Add a quick mixed green salad and you are done. This is also minimal clean up. You use the food processor and a baking sheet. Speed up the clean up and line the pan with foil. It's such an easy

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Summer’s benediction is close. I suppose it’s officially over once my first born crosses the threshold of kindergarten in a few weeks. As much as I thought I was going to be effected by his maiden voyage into scholarhood, I am not. It seems very natural for him to go to school. I am not sad and I am not surprised.In accordance with my membership in the motherhood club, this was supposed to be our

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From my inbox...Reader Jessica: "I have loads of green beans. What can I do besides steam them?"Reader Lucy: "I need a good recipe for stuffed zucchini. We have so much out of our garden and I need to think of some things to do with it. Any other suggestions?"Reader Pam: "Corn. Help. I have a ton of it."Ladies, do not fret. You know me, always out to help a gal. I have come to your rescue with a

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A rainy day calls for chocolate cake, don't you think?Utah skies presented us with a few perfect rainy, loudy, cloudy days. The thunder was the kind that pounds your ears and the lightening was electric. And all of this scared the little pants off my children. It was excellent.While the rain doused my newly cleaned car, I felt it appropriate to bake something. Something chocolate with frosting.

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Are you losing inspiration with your summer produce? It happens to the best of us. It can be easy to just saute the squash or boil the corn. But let's not allow this moment to pass us by! Summer only comes once a year, eh, yeah... once a year! Take advantage of vegetables and fruit and their peak of perfect. Get a little creative. Like these muffins.Shredded zucchini has this impressive ability

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Let's say you know my husband but haven't seen him in a while. If you do see him, you are going to tell him he has lost weight. You will, everyone has been saying that to him. In the last two months, Ethan has lost 20 pounds. How? Oh you know, the usual. By eating buffalo wings, drinking soda and golfing a lot. Isn't that how you lose weight? No? Well, it's all apart of the unfair and unjust way

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I did a guest post for Sheena who blogs at The Little Red House. Go look. It tastes just like your favorite Thai restaurant.Click here.

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Lately, I have been better to myself and I have been making sure I eat a good lunch. For me, it seems like lunch is the meal that goes by the wayside.My daily lunch consists of a salad like this. Mixed greens and whatever else I find in the fridge. And then I top it off with some balsamic vinaigrette. Today's salad with mixed greens, half a roma tomato, a handful of blueberries, a few slices of

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Last weekend, Ethan's sister Jacque, her husband Aaron and their children were in town and we couldn't have been more delighted.Jacque is the type of woman that rarely wears pants. It's always skirts or dresses. And that is usually paired with heels. She serves Sunday dinners on her best Bombay Company china and sips tea during her children's afternoon naps. She has read "Wuthering Heights" a

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I finally started The Facebook. I resisted, but the powers that be got to me. Will you be my friend? Click HERE for my profile and request to be my friend.In my photos, I have this picture of Violet:And my sister Megan commented,"Probably the best picture I've seen of her. You should send it to me to fancify so you can post it."So there you go. Megan could be right. This a is a great picture of

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Two things that are all-American. Deviled eggs and this picture.Blond-haired, blue-eyed little boy holding a baseball, running down a Slip 'n Slide with an American flag waving in the background. And no, none of this was set up. It's just how we spent our afternoon last week.As I was making these deviled eggs, I was thinking about how weird they are. Refashioning the yolk, putting it back in and

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Most meals in our house include a muscle show. It's my latest way to get Jack to eat his breakfast, lunch and dinner. With almost every bite of fruit, bread or drink of milk, Jack shows me his muscles, which are growing with every bite. And Van has to show us his muscles because he is always wanting to do everything Jack is. So we oooh and awww over their lanky little, sun-tanned arms and how

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Camping isn't my thing. When I camp, I complain. When I complain, I sound immature and then Ethan starts questioning why he married me in the first place. So I try to avoid camping. It's a little hard to do when I married into a family that does these enormous camping family reunions. I have only had to buck up once, but as my children get older, I will have run out of excuses, aka, new baby.This

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I just sat down to make a menu and grocery list. I have been quite lazy/strapped for time lately and I haven't been efficient with our grocery shopping. That ends TODAY.Here is my menu for the next week:Thursday: VT conference at the church, good dinner served there for the women. Sorry boys, you get grilled cheese for dinner.Friday: Veggie egg rolls and watermelon. Second time working on this

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I feed a baby every two hours. We sit on the couch and either stare around the room as I scrutinize my pathetic efforts at decorating or we watch TV. Over the last few weeks, I have been keeping up with the Kardashians. Kourtney is my favorite. I have also been at home with Giada and in the emergency room with JD and Turk. But Violet seems to have terrible timing. She always has to eat along with

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This recipe is going to have two of my friends really jazzed. Ashley of Bird on the Lawn and Lindsey of Fresh Clean Start. It's a dish that is right up their alley. Pasta, fresh herbs, lemon juice and zest, Parmesan cheese, kosher salt, pepper and olive oil. And that's it. Simple, fresh summer side or entire meal. Not into pasta (Lindsey)? Use quinoa.The pasta comes together so quickly. All of

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I often ask Ethan, "Are you ever so glad we had a girl so we could use the name Violet." And just to entertain me, "Oh yes Whitney. So glad."The day after Violet was born, the pediatrician came to the hospital to give her a good look over. After reporting to me that she was healthy and nearly perfect, he asked, "What is her name?" I said, "Violet Caroline." He replied, "Violet! How refreshing!" I

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I suppose I should tell you about my 4th of July weekend, right?It was started with a trip to the army surplus store. If you want Jack's head to sufficiently explode, you take him to the army surplus store. He left the store completely outfitted for whatever battle could take place in our yard. He even got a dog tag with his name on it in case the Nazis kill him and he needs to be identified.

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There was an emergency on a large scale. A true red alert. Lindsey called me as soon as she heard and made sure I was aware of what was going on. She didn't want me to be misinformed or mislead. She wanted to make sure that I was kept abreast of the situation.Fresh raspberries were $.88 at Sunflower Market.I rushed to the scene. My heart was pounding as I walked through the doors. I walked

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This morning, I stole a moment to go upstairs to my room and make a phone call. Jack was out perusing the neighborhood for playmates. Violet was asleep and Van was eating crackers. So upstairs I went for some quiet.After the phone call, I made the foolish mistake of opening my laptop. I became engrossed in e-mails and blog things, then Van came in my room. He climbed up on my bed and he smelled

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If there is anything I didn't do well in school, it was math. Terrible at math. I excelled in English, but math was a joke. Just ask poor Mr. Danner. Didn't even get past geometry. And with most of my sisters, except for Haley, we were all big math failures. Wait, Megan, were you a math failure too? I can't remember if you are a genius like Mallory, Caitlyn, Lauren and me.So having told you that,

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Here is how you don't lose your pregnancy weight, in case you have been searching for a way to do that. Keep an eye out for some more recipes like this. Like maple pecan sticky buns and buttermilk biscuits with fresh raspberry butter. You know me, always looking out for you and your stretch marks and over-sized rear.Jack and his neighbor friend came busting through the door a week ago asking for

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Weekend Update:Went to the Elk Ridge City Carnival. It's Utah County's best kept secret. My boys indulged in cotton candy, old fashioned carnival games, snow cones, ice cold soda, bounce house and lots of prizes. And I spent a little under $10. Best kept secret.Made some really grand Sunday mashed potatoes using a bunch of my herbs from my backyard. It's as close to a garden as we are going to

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Everyday I wake up to the sound of a pink-clad infant stirring in a blue toile bassinet next to my bed. I slowly rise, rub my eyes that are probably still wearing their contact lenses (bad girl) and look at the infant. She is sort of crying, sort of smiling and is trying her darnedest to wiggle out of her blanket. I pick her up, set her on my bed and unwrap her tight swaddling. She stretches her

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I have a great friend named Lindsey. Lindsey is great for many reasons, but one of them is that she likes me and my kids to come over to her house so that my kids can mess her house up and she can feed me food. It's a pretty sweet deal. One time, between bites of a white bean soup, Van spilled her tomato seedlings she was sprouting for her spring garden. Lindsey demanded that I sit down and just

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Today's post is a bit off the beaten food path. But you will like it.If you are a Mormon, you are familiar with "The Family: A Proclamation to the World". And if you don't have it framed in your home yet, my graphic designer slave, Megan, has a solution. If you do have it framed, you probably have the really bland version sold at the church bookstore. It's time to give your wall a makeover. Here

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Jack has a neighbor buddy, who we will call Hannah. Hannah and Jack are both very imaginative. They like riding bikes and running through sprinklers. And Hannah is good at keeping Jack in line. "Jack, don't say that. It's inappropriate." She doubles as his mother.Last week, after a rather industrious day of bike riding and cape wearing, Hannah joined us for dinner. Dinner was a simple pasta and

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I love it when someone tells me about one of their favorite recipes and then the agrees to put together a guest post for me. That is what Sarah did. Sarah, who named her son Zealand. Such a cool name.Sarah and ZealandAwhile ago, Zealand's mom left a comment on a post talking about these bacon-wrapped water chestnuts. It's apparently a family specialty and it could be your families next specialty

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Yes, that is the title of this recipe because I couldn't think of anything more creative. It is what it is. We like this simple homemade pizza and we eat it on occasion. We aren't the type of people to keep with a tradition like pizza every weekend or full moon or whatever. Sometimes I make this twice a week and sometimes we will go 2 months without having it. It just depends on when I feel like

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Something to treasure. Quiet mornings alone.It's when Violet wakes up around 6:00am and is ravenously hungry. Once she is fed, I wrap her back up, go downstairs and put her in the swing. The house is quiet and the floor is cold. The dishwasher is full of clean dishes and the sink is empty. The toys are put away and the dryer isn't running. The TV is off and all I can hear is the soft clicking of

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My mother in-law knows how to make a quilt. And I mean KNOWS. See, look.And I know how to make cute little girls. And I mean KNOW. See, look.Can you believe it's already been 4 weeks?

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This recipe idea hit Ethan like a brick. Like woke him up in the middle of the night. He was hit by a brick in his sleep. Such a terrible way to get an idea. This was a brick telling him that an egg roll wrapper can house all sorts of delicious things. He didn't waste any time trying it out. And we enjoyed. And so did our neighbor who just happened to drop by at the exact right moment. Don't you

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Keely is a blogging friend of mine and you can find her fine food at A Time To Eat. Keely is our latest food face, one with her grannie's old cast iron skillet and a penchant for lasagna rolls stuffed with spinach and shrimp. And scroll down for a picture of Keely with good ol' P Dub herself. Keely, is she really that beautiful in real life?What foods do you remember most from your childhood?I

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Here is how you make tomato sauce without doing too much. Chop some vegetables, roast the hell out of them and then puree them. They will cry out in pain after being burned and chopped up into a million pieces, but you will get to enjoy a sweet, savory sauce and your family will be eating more vegetables than they would like to acknowledge. Or maybe they would like to acknowledge. I don't know

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My father in-law owns a catering company in Southern California and he makes antipasto pasta salad for events all the time. When I was first married, I often worked for my father in-law to earn extra money. I would spend my Saturday nights doing a little food prep, a lot of dishes and getting really sore feet in the process. Once I was done working, Ethan and I would go to In-N-Out and go home

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I have been in the biggest cooking rut. Biggest. And in a recent moment of postpartum hormonal weirdness, I had made up my mind that I was going to quit this whole blogging business. It's a little frustrating to not be able to cook like I want to. Here is a list of my current food failures.Peanut Butter Truffle Bars - FAILGrilled Pork Tenderloin with Raspberry Chipotle Sauce - FAILGrilled Pork

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BlogHer asked if I would put together a guest post for CuisineNie, seeing as Stephanie is busy with surgery and recuperation. It's my pleasure.I put together a recipe for super chocolatey brownies swirled with melted caramel sauce. With both chocolate and caramel, it's super indulgent. Click here for the recipe.UPDATE: I was just scrolling through my blog and took a good look at the picture above

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So what? A picture of a door and a very Georgia O'Keeffe-esque painting (painted by my very talented sister, BTW). Well, its a picture of a new chain lock on my garage door. And there is another one on my front door. Am I afraid of intruders? No, I am sick of Jack escaping.I spend a fair amount of time sitting on the couch feeding Baby Violet. Like for 30 minutes every 2 hours. During feeding

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Oh crap. Now I have to watch what I eat.Pregnancy isn't an excuse to eat like a fool, but it does make it easier to justify an extra cookie or a bigger piece of cake. Knowing that delivery alone shaves off something like 20 lbs makes extra sugar consumption a welcome thought.Now that Violet has made her grand exit, I have to start paying closer attention to what goes into my body. If I want to

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Yes, we are those neighbors that let our kids run around in their diapers.We are also those neighbors with the imaginative child that dresses up as an "army man" everyday. All of the bad army guys go to jail. Jail is my laundry room. The uniform consists of camo print anything, black rain boots from Wal-Mart, the free Similac backpack from the hospital and a Super Soaker.And we are also the

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On my Formspring thingy, Erica asked that I talk about the compound butters I am into these days. Why not? So here are the butters I am into these days. All you do is combine all ingredients together and stir well. What can you put it on? Let's start from the very beginning, a very good place to start.Steamed vegetables Roasted vegetables Grilled chicken Grilled steak Biscuits French bread Baked

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Here is a post partum meal that I made before Violet joined us. This one I made two of, one for us and one for my sister Caitlyn. My baby daughter is lucky that her closest cousin comes only a few weeks after her. Caitlyn's due date is exactly one month after mine. My gift to Caitlyn is freezer meals. When I made one for me, I made one for her. So once my new nephew joins the family in June, I

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Kalli is one of those girls I met through blogging and can call my friend. Because of blogging, I even know her husband. Who happens to have the same twisted sense of humor as my husband. Kal writes "My Life as a Kalli" and she is also one of those Sassy Scoops gals. On this week's Food Face, Kal brags of homemade chicken and dumplings and talks of Greek cafes. Enjoy.What foods do you remember

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It has been a week and a half now. Violet and I are adjusting to each other nicely. She is the typical newborn. Dreamy sleep most of the time. Ravenously hungry when awake. Able to destroy an entire outfit and blanket with one swift move of the bowels. I spend a lot of time doing laundry. Which means I spend a lot of time folding it. But boy can I multitask! One hand feeding Violet, the other

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Spring has finally arrived and as it made it's grand entrance, so did salad season. Who doesn't love a bowl of fresh, cold greens, fresh cut vegetables and a delicious dressing tying it all together? While I can and sometimes do make my own salad dressings, I still have some store-bought ones that I love. I thought I would share and maybe you would get some new ideas. And if you want, tell me

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Aioli: A really easy, delicious sauce that is often thought of as intimidating. At least it was for me. But it isn't hard at all, especially if you have a food processor. This aioli recipe is quite flexible. You can change out the red peppers for something else, like roasted garlic or basil, for example. And you can also change the vinegar. One thing I want to play with is adding horseradish. I

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I had the most appropriate Mother's Day.Around 10pm on Sunday, I delivered the loveliest baby girl.Violet Caroline.She was a nice 7 lbs and 9 oz and has the sweetest baby girl mouth. Delivery was uncomplicated and very agreeable. My doctor proclaimed that I should have three more babies since I am so good at delivering them.Violet and I got home today, welcomed by two excited brothers. Jack is

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I thought I would post a food recipe, you know, considering I call this thing a food blog. Right now, I am sitting on the couch while Ethan watches the Dodger game and I try and ignore the wimpy contractions I am having. They are more annoying than anything because I know they will produce nothing. Wouldn't it be funny if I was wrong? Anyways, on with a recipe.I like old family recipes. I like

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Here is my mother, Sue Peterson. A lot of what I know about cooking and a lot of the style of cooking I do comes from my mom. I am always grateful for the healthy eating habits I learned from my mom. Growing up, we didn't eat a lot of fried food and my mom rarely cooked with a lot of butter and almost never used heavy cream. We ate a lot of fruits and vegetables. And I suppose I can credit my

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No, not yet. Baby sister isn't here yet. But the preparations for her arrival are in full swing. Just today, two of my sisters came over to scrub my walls and baseboards. The oven is clean, the onesies are hanging up and the new baby swing arrived the other day. I have plans to get a pedicure in the next few days and I am going to get my car cleaned too. My freezer is full of delicious meals to

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As my belly grows, so do my swollen legs and feet. You should see the tree trunks I am sporting.As my belly grows, so do my bitch levels. And boy is Ethan taking the brunt of that. Just ask him. Wait, don't.As my belly grows, my desire to cook and bake doesn't.My food blogging break begins now. I am sure you understand. I won't be quitting blogging and food writing, but just for now, until my

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I often get e-mails asking me food questions, all sorts of food questions. Questions like, "What is a good substitute for cake flour?" or "What can I do with leftover rice?" or "What are some of your go-to dinners?". For some reason, I have this brain filled with all sorts of food information and I don't really know how it got there. Maybe it's all the cookbooks I have read or all of the recipes

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"We need to start keeping a list of super foods," Ethan says. "What is a super food?" I asked. "You know, something that tastes good no matter what you do to it." So over the last few weeks, we have taken the task seriously.Amid a pile of potato pancakes, we decided that potatoes are a super food. Roast them and the outside is crisp and the inside is creamy. Fry them in hot oil and they become an

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Right now I am sitting on my new red couches as I type this and "Marley and Me" is on TV. Tell me this, is there anything as sad as when Marley dies? The music alone is enough to make you cry. I haven't read the book, but my husband has and he loved it. I need to read it. Wait, first I need to learn how to read and not fall asleep. I am so good at that. By the end of the day, I am spent,

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Here is Emma. She tells of tales of toes broken by frozen turkeys and Jamaican jerk flank steak.What foods do you remember most from your childhood?Mom's Cuban black beans over rice with cayenne pepper, chopped red and yellow bell peppers and tomatoes on top. Bow-tie pasta with yellow cream sauce. Dad's Sunday grilled flank steak marinated in Jamaican jerk sauce, with roasted potatoes and

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My Easter dinner offering last Sunday was a giant bowl of these mashed potatoes. And dear family, you should know I slaved. I peeled and riced over 20 potatoes. My poor aching arms. I hope you people enjoyed these.Riced? What could I be talking about? There is a tool called a potato ricer that can make all of your potato dreams come true. You will be able to make ideal, fluffy mashed potatoes

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The weener is Jen, blogger behind Delightful Delicacies. Jen darling, e-mail me with your address so you can add this cookbook to your collection. whitney_leigh_ingram@yahoo.comNow onto tonight's movie. Ethan went to Redbox and rented a movie for us tonight. And he brought home "New Moon". Haven't seen it, didn't want to see it, but here I am. Did my husband already see it, all by himself at a

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I like to give away things. I like is so much I pay for it myself. I see giveaways as being a way for me to connect with more readers and show people stuff I love.Right now, I am going to giveaway Barefoot Contessa's latest cookbook, "Barefoot Contessa Back To Basics". I love Ina Garten. She has great recipes, great taste and great style. Is she a bit pretentious? A bit. But I feel like she can

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There are many things in life that are beautiful and exquisite. A fresh red rose, a perfect beach sunset, a bride in a beautiful white dress. And a yeast dough that has risen perfectly. Dough like that is especially beautiful to me because I am not a big bread baker. Yeast is an ingredient that I hold in such high esteem. An ingredient that I don't dare offend. I treat our relationship with the

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It troubles my soul to think that some people are allergic to strawberries. It is such a tragedy! One must have been a real pill in the life before this one to have acquired a strawberry allergy. Strawberries, even the bad ones, are one of life's signs that God has not yet abandoned us. Here in The 'Tah, we have good strawberries, but nothing like a freshly-picked, juicy Oxnard berry. In Oxnard,

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My neighbor brought over some brownies. He is a young fellow, maybe in his early twenties. I don't think he has a job, because he spends his days shooting hoops in his driveway or sitting in his car. Even on the hottest days, his car windows are rolled up. But he doesn't drive anywhere, so I don't think he has a job. Maybe he works at night? Who knows, it's a tough economy. Anyways, he is always

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Tonight I sat on my bed and watched "Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution" on Hulu. And I was effected. Completely effected. I want you to be too. Click here to watch it for yourself. You will want to peel an orange, throw away all the candy in the cupboard and eat a salad for breakfast. Chef Oliver's food revolution will really get the wheels in your head turning about your own eating habits and your

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What foods do you remember most from your childhood?Chicken tamale pie, everyone loved that for their birthday and then mint Oreo ice cream cake for dessert. Summer was cucumber tomato salad and Saturday morning was coffee cake. When my mom went to the grocery store, she often came home with salami and French bread. Those two things are such a satisfying snack. My mom was and still is a great

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Here is the part where I lose a few readers because I used two cans of refried beans. And then here is the part where I gain a few new readers because I used two cans of refried beans. Which one are you? Either way, I don't care. Kidding. I care. But not really. But really-not. It seems like recipes for bean dips only show up when there is some sporting event on TV. Like there were lots of bean

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If you are an herb grower, you probably have a hard time achieving your ultimate basil plant. Some people can do it, like my sister Mallory. Some people can't, like me.Mallory had the most lovely basil plant outside her front door last summer. On more than one occasion, I instructed different sisters to sneak up Mal's walkway, snip a few stems and steal Mallory's beautiful basil for me. It has

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Van is learning colors right now. He really likes taking crayons out of the crayon bucket and naming the colors. "Boo, geen, puhpuh, lellow." Then he pulls out brown. "Poop". And I am not going to change that. It's just too adorable.It has been snowing off and on over the last few weeks and has broken Jack's heart in the process. He is sick of snow and wants sun. He just want to play outside

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Part of me never wants to develop and post another chicken recipe for as long as I live. I have so many chicken recipes and I feel like I have exhausted the entire chicken race. The other part of me recognizes that chicken is cost effective, low in fat, everyone likes it and it tastes like rattlesnake, from what I have heard. Only one side of the battle is going to win. And from the title of this

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These were dessert after Thai veggie wraps. Little Jack saw my friend Lucy and I eating them and he became envious. He asked, "Mom, what are those?" "Do you want one? They are butterscotch blondies, son." "What?" And then Lucy summed it up perfectly. "Jack, they are butter brownies." And that they are. Buttery, sweet and chewy. Butterscotch chips are a great accent. These are a variation of the

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Come on, sing the title like it was Maroon 5's "This Love". Yes, do it. I want you to.Well, actually, this week hasn't been all that terrible. I just feel like it has because the uncomfortable meter with this pregnancy is rising, rising, rising. I was exchanging e-mails with Erica about our pregnancies. Due at the same time, both on our 3rd baby and both of our same bodies parts ache. Sleeping

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Today was my son's 5th birthday. He spent the day being a spoiled little beast. Well, not the entire day. But there were moments where I wanted to return all of his birthday presents. But I didn't. He did get some pretty cool toys, the coolest being the remote control helicopter from his Grandma Sue. As I am typing this, I can hear Ethan playing with it downstairs. And Jack is asleep. Boy toys

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It's time that ol' Rook Dawg got a new look.When Rookie Cookie came to be two and a half years ago, I was a novice in the kitchen. I loved to cook, eat and read about food, but I wasn't confident in the kitchen. This blog became a great avenue to increase my knowledge, stretch my abilities and open me up to a whole new world of food blogs.Now I feel confident in the kitchen. My knowledge of the

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I made this girl food for an afternoon lunch I had with my high school trouble-making friend Lucy and Baby Betsy at my house. While Betsy chewed up and spit out a cucumber all over my floor, Lucy and I talked of birthing. I am deciding how I want to deliver this baby and talking to all sorts of people about all sorts of birthing options. Lucy had Betsy at home on her bed. While I hope to not go

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It was 7:30pm when we finally were seen by a doctor.Van was sleeping against my chest and protruding pregnant middle. I had hummed him to sleep by humming Mary Poppins "Stay Awake" about 2o times in a row. Van's left hand was cupping his left ear, his nose was running and wet and he occasionally coughed. I had to selectively and quietly sniff my own sick nose so I wouldn't wake him up. His

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Because I know you care, guess what? I finally have internet access. You might not care, but I do. Back to knowing my schedule (Google Calender), back to reading blogs (Google Reader), back to watching "The Office" (NBC.com) and back to mind-numbing, evening-unwinding internet surfing.While the internet guy was in and out of my house this afternoon, he noticed my basil plant in my kitchen window

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What makes French toast French? Is it that the bread is dipped in eggs? I have heard from friends that when they have visited France, they have consumed copious amounts of eggs. And that is just fine with me. I love love eggs. And at anytime of the day. One thing you should never do is eat fresh farm eggs. Why? Because you will never be settled with grocery store eggs. Farm fresh eggs just taste

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One of Ethan's many cousins, he has 91 first cousins, wrote the following while serving an LDS mission in Peru while he was longing for In-N-Out back home in California. For those of my readers that are In-N-Out fans and are LDS or are familiar with language of ancient scripture, I think you will like this. My sister in-law read this to me and I just had to post it. Thanks for letting me,

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