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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4ARn88fSp7ImA9WhRbFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734679</id><updated>2012-02-07T01:59:07.175-05:00</updated><category term="The Rusty Badge" /><category term="Rabbis" /><category term="drama" /><category term="Plants" /><category term="Johnny Depp" /><category term="babies" /><category term="My 16th Summer" /><category term="Grilled Cheese" /><category term="Bears" /><category term="Lake Tahoe" /><category term="Dating Horrors" /><category term="books" /><category term="Weddings" /><category term="Diners" /><category term="Thanksgiving" /><category term="Bacon Salt" /><category term="Bacon" /><category term="Gardening" /><category term="boats" /><category term="Valentines" /><category term="housekeepers" /><category term="Rash" /><category term="Perverts" /><category term="Nasty-Assed Recipes" /><category term="tradition" /><category term="memories" /><category term="Bella" /><category term="Cats" /><category term="holidays" /><category term="Pumpkin" /><category term="food" /><category term="grandparents" /><category term="family" /><category term="New Years Resolutions" /><category term="Money Nails" /><category term="What Happened to My Sister" /><category term="Anorexics" /><category term="Insane Women" /><category term="Easter" /><category term="Jdate" /><category term="daydreams" /><category term="Life in South Florida" /><category term="Pictures of the Island" /><category term="Christmas in South Florida" /><title>Wide Lawns and Narrow Minds</title><subtitle type="html">Yeah I know, everyone's family is crazy. But yours doesn't need a flow chart to explain and it doesn't blend convicted felons, watermelon salesmen, Baptist missionaries and orthodox Jews. You didn't move 29 times and go to 8 different high schools and your sister isn't really your aunt. Lastly, you didn't have a monkey. I survived all of this and now I live in South Florida around a bunch of lunatics in a place where (like Hemingway said) the lawns are wide and the minds are narrow.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://widelawns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://widelawns.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734679/posts/default?start-index=4&amp;max-results=3&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Wide Lawns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00709122293174246759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3054/1716/1600/lawnjockey.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>802</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>3</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/FjbKN" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/fjbkn" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGQ3szcSp7ImA9WhRUGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734679.post-1180134971970508757</id><published>2012-01-30T21:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:07:02.589-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T21:07:02.589-05:00</app:edited><title>Nasty-Assed Recipes - Superbowl Edition IT GETS WORSE</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It has officially gotten worse. Just when I think the cookie dough dip is the most disgusting thing I've seen since White Castle dip, cake batter dip comes along. It contains a raw box of cake mix people, mixed with yogurt and freakin' COOL WHIP and you dip cookies in it. My heart breaks a little bit thinking about it and how much many of my relatives would love this recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You want the recipe? &lt;a href="http://tastykitchen.com/recipes/appetizers-and-snacks/cake-batter-cracker-dip/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734679-1180134971970508757?l=widelawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cookie dough dip people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You might think this sounds good but if you do you are Paula Deen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cream cheese, butter, all amounts of sugar, toffee, chocolate chips bleck. Yuck. Heavy, fatty overly sweet nastiness right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm of the mind that cookie dough is best made into cookies. I'll afford you ice cream. I don't like it but I get the idea. I sneaked bits of cookie dough as a child too and it was good. I'd still eat it but not as a dip, come on, and mixed with cream cheese. Gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But you can dip fruit in it, so it's healthy, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who wants to volunteer to make it? Come on, I know I'm going to get comments saying how good this sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And while I'm at it, who can top Cookie Dough Dip? Anyone have any more disgusting dip recipes for Superbowl? Leave them in the comments or email me at widelawns@gmail.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://addapinch.com/cooking/2011/10/14/cookie-dough-dip-recipe/"&gt;the original recipe for Cookie Dough Dip&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734679-7962535594934062609?l=widelawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here's the deal: my husband is working in New York now more than he isn't and we are so damned thankful that he has this job, you have no idea. However, it requires that I am alone a lot and I've been getting lonely. My parents are RVing around the country and I can't be all up in my sister's business constantly, so I thought, hmm. I know someone else who is alone in the winter and would love to have me around. MOMMOM! So the baby and I are going to stay with my grandmother in the town that I call Millpond, but which, BIG REVEAL, is actually Milford, Delaware of all places. So I will be in rural, southern Delaware with crappy internet and cell phone service and pretzel salad on menus for an extended period of time. It's about four hours from New York, so this will make it easy to see my husband on the weekends and I think it will work out well for everyone. I can make sure my grandmother is safe and cared for and driven places during the winter when it's hard for her to get around. I can make her healthy meals and make her laugh and she can play with the baby as much as she wants. In return, I get company, help with the baby and precious time spent with people I love that I don't get to see enough and maybe, if I'm very lucky, I will get some snow and Baby Lawns will get to play in it. I will also get Trader Joe's because there's one on the way from the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm pretty excited. I also have an air card this trip so we'll see if we can get some internet for me. Last summer I about lost my mind. My grandmother lives so far in the country that her TV doesn't even get good reception because the dang signal is so weak. We have to watch DVDs a lot because of it. Can you even imagine? I don't even want to talk about the lack of Whole Foods on top of that, the closest of which is in Annapolis. But you know what? I will live and I will have a good time. I can eat conventional produce. I can, maybe, do without constant technology. Or not. I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Next time I write, I'll be up north! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734679-222483773322445351?l=widelawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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