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I've finally succumbed to the pressure and moved Popcorn on a Skillet over to Wordpress. If you're a subscriber, please update your reading list. Looks to be a busy summer of cooking (and job searching). Keeping up with Popcorn is my #1 Stay Sane Strategy. Get started by checking out my foolproof enchiladas. Mmm... See y'all soon!

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You know, you'd think one day I might submit/admit to just sucking at sweets. Today was not that day. Attempt #1: Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies To start with, I was stoked for this project. My sister-in-law fixes these for the colonel, and he absolutely loves them. So when I found two different recipes that looked promising, I set out to do a scientific experiment: fix a small batch of each and do

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When I first met the colonel, he had the refined palate of a fussy toddler. If it didn't involve meat, cheese, bread, or pasta, he'd turn his nose right up. Now I'll admit, he's gotten a whole lot better over the years, but I still go to some lengths to get more vegetables down his gullet. For example, I've learned to sneak in extra veggies with these simple Denver scrambled eggs. This dish uses

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Okay, I admit this is a lame, fake "holiday," (hilariously) sponsored by a lame, fake dairy product (Country Crock, if you're curious). But I'll take any excuse to stock the house with sweets! So very sweet In this case, I was looking at the remnants of a 3-pound bag of gala apples. I fried up a few to go with some pork chops a week or so back, and I was getting desperate for ways to use up

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 Quick: What's wrong with this picture?   Hint: the blue lid If you peer closely, you'll see that's cornstarch. Not baking powder. There's even a little picture of corn on the label. Of course, that didn't stop me from using it in Saturday's attempted biscotti. Even better, I only noticed it today, when I was rooting through the cupboard on a separate mission. So my screw-up

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It always starts so innocently - in this case, with a pint of strawberries just too perfectly red and ripe to pass up. The madness escalated with the discovery of a soft, fluffy goat cheese from a local farm. I tried these together, and they made a marvelous snack. Marvelous, but not perfect. I craved crunchy, and no mere cracker or cookie would do. Chocolate, that would be the ticket, and

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Our story begins when my cousin Jay shared this picture on Facebook. Crispy Cajun Shrimp Fettuccine Image courtesy of Foodies TV (recipe here) Hmm... I wonder how much trouble it would be to make this with chicken? (Sous Chef Wildcat doesn't eat seafood. Picky as a toddler, that one.) So... Crispy Cajun Chicken Fettuccine 6 oz fettuccine 1 tbsp olive oil 1 tbsp butter1 boneless chicken

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 Well, it's been a minute... Or more precisely, almost two years?(!) Not been up to much. The short version of events goes: my partner lost his job and I lost my mind. One week we were house hunting and planning our anniversary vacation, and the next week we were on a food budget again. For a long while I couldn't face my tiny dollhouse kitchen, because I was supposed to be leaving it

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OMG you guys. This whole, having a full time job thing, is like, way totally hard. I teach six classes a semester. That's not a typo. I also direct the university's speech team, for which I get exactly zero hours of release time. So, actually... OMG you guys. This whole, having two full time jobs thing (while only getting paid for one), is like, way totally hard. In practice, all this means

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It's a funny old life, says Doctor Who. I've always felt a bit -- behind in life. Taking the best part of a decade to finish your bachelor's degree will do that I suppose. And Doug? Damn! This guy... I can't even...  Everything he's done for me. Everything he still does for me. Everything he's postponed, sacrificed, suffered, and endured. This guy has earned a little luxury. Form of,

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 Well! I had a whole big idea for a  post, and then Blogger freaked out at the exact worst possible moment. So I'm going for the titillating teaser instead. Doug and I set out for St George Island, Florida tomorrow! We're super, duper, triple stoked. Yep, we's a-going camping. On the beach. It's either going to be amazing or insufferable, but either way? Epic. Did I mention campfire

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Doug has been like a kid waiting for Santa the last 2 weeks. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7

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What a wonderful surprise. I love getting packages! And the "Taste the Rainbow" gags are endless. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7

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But Doug's the one who scored. A work promotion AND these: tickets to the SEC Championship tournament. He can't stop grinning, & neither can I. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7

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My students are supposed to be writing introductory posts, laying out who they are and what their blogs will be about. Fair is fair. So who am I? And what is Popcorn on a Skillet all about? I am Living the Dream. I know. Only a jerk would say so. What can I tell you? Happily married suburban schoolteacher, no kids... Life's a party. Okay that last bit's a lie. I teach, coach, sleep, repeat. I

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 I know I promised to talk about food media, but frozen Atlanta occupied my mind this week. Doug captured this Monday, the winter (choke, gag) wonderland stage. This snow gave way to sleet, which fell for another day. The combined effect buried the jewel of the South in three inches of ice. The Associated Press seems critical of the city's response, though they acknowledge winter storms,

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I've worked at a breakneck pace to get ready to for the supposed start of the semester today. But instead of printing syllabi, meeting students, and all that jazz, I'm on house arrest. Oh we tried to get out, but I guess I forgot we live in a place where nobody's heard of a salt truck. Doug made it to the end of the driveway, before spinning wheels put an end to his endeavor. I'm so glad we

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We started with our regular weekly trip to our favorite donut place. Then we played Wii until our arms about fell off. Now we're finally getting with the times, & watching some Dexter on Netflix. Hooray for Sundays. Even though they mean it's back to icky work tomorrow.

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For years I turned my nose up at all things sweet potato. And I can't quite tell you when my tune changed, just that nowadays I loves 'em. Especially this version, which is fresh and home cooked. Well, except for the marshmallows. Some junk food is sacred. Anyway here's what you'll need if you want to try this recipe: 2-4 medium/large sweet potatoes 1/2 c brown sugar 1 tbsp butter (need I say,

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A few years back, Doug and I switched from turkey to chicken for Thanksgiving. Even the smallest turkeys we could find ended up being more than we could finish. And considering I don't roast chickens every day either, it's special enough for the occasion.  Especially with all the fixins. I've spent a lot of time on this matter under the spotty tutelage of Chef Google. And I still don't

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A debilitating case of the food coma prevents me from fulfilling the sacred mission of Popcorn today. But tomorrow, you'll be reading a cooking blog again. For now, a sneak preview: Roast chicken, stuffing, carrots, green beans, and sweet potatoes And, is it just me, or is this picture totally vertigo-inducing? Guess I need to work on framing shots with the new aspect ratio. Always something...

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 Who ran off with me to Las Vegas to get married. Who busted his ass at a mall job for years, to put us both through school. Who takes out the trash and does laundry every week, carries all the heavy stuff, and indulges my periodic urges to randomly rearrange furniture. Who faithfully oversees all our grilling. Who never held my dorkiness against me. Who bravely chauffeurs us around

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Doug snapped the holiday tree at his office today. I love that he loves his cubicle farm. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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Yes. This is the view from my office. I am grateful for the sunshine. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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But getting this new phone all set up and going has consumed my life! I'm even cross-posting this picture of my neato case, because I hate publishing plain old text. I am pleased to report, I have defeated the evil campus server, and can now send and receive emails! Partying like it's 1994 up in here, I tell you. It's been four days, but I think I may at last be finished frakking with this

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