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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/TyoM1bOurig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-5223687876839302529</id><published>2010-10-19T07:30:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:22:48.641-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cake" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Autumn" /><title type="text">Plum (Pear) Kuchen</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/5223687876839302529/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=5223687876839302529&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/5223687876839302529" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/5223687876839302529" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/10/plum-pear-kuchen.html" title="Plum (Pear) Kuchen" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/TL-7TQC3nII/AAAAAAAABEU/4Gm-jM6ZshI/s72-c/PLUMS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I have never really considered myself a slacker, until now.  About a month ago was the last night I wrote a blog post, around that time I also made this cake for the next blog post.  It has taken me until now to share it.  Pathetic, I know.  I feel pretty terrible about the whole thing, not because there are so many readers out there dying to see what's next (there aren't), but because I pride &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/ZDYA07dcmYQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-2708347909981958201</id><published>2010-09-04T20:15:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T00:11:49.425-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vegetarian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vegetables" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer" /><title type="text">Summer Vegetable Torte</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/2708347909981958201/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=2708347909981958201&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/2708347909981958201" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/2708347909981958201" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/09/summer-vegetable-torte.html" title="Summer Vegetable Torte" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/TILv-JHuRAI/AAAAAAAABDU/VPggpaVhCVE/s72-c/sliced+eggplant.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">As I sat on the subway on my way to work the other day, there was a group of 'kids' (I feel weird saying that) talking and laughing awkwardly. I eavesdropped enough to pick up on the fact that they were college freshman who were in that fittingly awkward getting-to-know you phase of orientation.  I laughed to myself as I watched and listened to them, clearly uncomfortable, one-upping each other &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/hWOczs3YW3c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-2256092190112967335</id><published>2010-08-24T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:16:50.775-04:00</updated><title type="text">Corn and Jalapeno Hash</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/2256092190112967335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=2256092190112967335&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/2256092190112967335" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/2256092190112967335" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/08/corn-and-jalapeno-hash.html" title="Corn and Jalapeno Hash" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/TG5-wO0lhZI/AAAAAAAABC0/3X4c4ch434Y/s72-c/ONION+JALAPENO.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I was at a loss for what to name this dish, hash? mash? grated corn? All of the above? All I am sure of is that it ain't pretty. At all. Thank goodness for that stunning cobalt bowl, which slightly detracts from the sheer unattractiveness of what I am fairly certain looks like prechewed corn. People, please don't judge a book by it's cover because I assure you that what this corn dish lacks in &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/gBRLC5GE-Mw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-860078499864607998</id><published>2010-08-13T10:14:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T12:35:52.416-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Market Find" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vegetables" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer" /><title type="text">Heirloom Tomatoes</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/860078499864607998/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=860078499864607998&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/860078499864607998" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/860078499864607998" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/08/heirloom-tomatoes.html" title="Heirloom Tomatoes" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/TGVTdGM7oII/AAAAAAAABCc/vvLwrxhJ0xU/s72-c/sideviewslices.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">It's official, I am addicted to summer. Very addicted. It's a problem. When it is a bagillion degrees out and everyone's freaking out because walking down the street barely seems feasible, there I am standing in the sun and wondering what the big deal is. On the flip side it's even more of a problem when I am indoors with air conditioners blowing at minus a bagillion degrees and everyone's final &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/E1DBvpAurI0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-1003524665733801420</id><published>2010-08-04T00:41:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:08:29.860-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Savory Baked" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vegetarian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer" /><title type="text">Smoky Zucchini Mascarpone Tart</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/1003524665733801420/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=1003524665733801420&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/1003524665733801420" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/1003524665733801420" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/08/smoky-zucchini-mascarpone-tart.html" title="Smoky Zucchini Mascarpone Tart" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/TFjx1HLLU7I/AAAAAAAABB0/mMBrih8fDeo/s72-c/BIRDSEYE.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">James beard once said that "a gourmet who counts calories is like a tart who looks at her watch." Well, James, I couldn't have said it better myself. I wish I could say that this was the explanation for my tart fixation recently, but really I didn't come across this saying until after both this tart and last week's nectarine, cheesecake, gingersnap tart were long gone. I love tarts, the kind you &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/VLrsO-sy5Ms" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-1360601250555128265</id><published>2010-07-25T19:14:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T02:22:20.733-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tart" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dessert" /><title type="text">Nectarine, Cheesecake and Gingersnap Tart</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/1360601250555128265/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=1360601250555128265&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/1360601250555128265" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/1360601250555128265" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/07/nectarine-cheesecake-and-gingersnap.html" title="Nectarine, Cheesecake and Gingersnap Tart" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/TEzOsLh8kiI/AAAAAAAABBo/R5JfplwZxH8/s72-c/SIDE.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">If you think that a long walk in the park isn't the solution to most problems, you are greatly mistaken.  Well, I suppose it doesn't have to be in the park, but I truly believe that a nice, long walk is the key to gaining perspective.  Recently, while I was on one of these contemplative walks I realized that I spent all winter dreaming of summer cooking and baking, but I have spent all summer (&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/Q0G_w0TikDs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-3884675719565556053</id><published>2010-07-07T22:36:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:38:42.717-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cake" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Breakfast" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Snack" /><title type="text">Olive Oil Loaf</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/3884675719565556053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=3884675719565556053&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/3884675719565556053" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/3884675719565556053" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/07/olive-oil-loaf.html" title="Olive Oil Loaf" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/TDU64nuZalI/AAAAAAAABBI/3wJsy-tRW4c/s72-c/BIRDSEYESLICES.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I am kind of an iced coffee fiend.  Actually, I am an iced coffee fiend and luckily for me (or unluckily, rather) New York City has a plethora of overpriced and delicious iced coffees.  I was shocked when I first moved to Montreal and the only iced coffees were these coyingly sweet and very gross "frappes." Then again, who really wants an iced coffee when its negative a million degrees? Hmm...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/5-o_uLjb-PI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-2644630337677683788</id><published>2010-06-30T22:54:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:39:31.405-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Market Find" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vegetarian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vegetables" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer" /><title type="text">Shisito Peppers</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/2644630337677683788/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=2644630337677683788&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/2644630337677683788" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/2644630337677683788" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/06/shisito-peppers.html" title="Shisito Peppers" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/TCwKezjg7BI/AAAAAAAABAo/wv8FkXPYdGw/s72-c/PLATEPEPPERS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">If you were in New York City this past weekend, you know how brutally hot it was.  If you weren't, I am going to assume that regardless of where you live, you've experienced brutally hot weather at some point.  But no, I am not here to talk about the weather, although I find that I always have a lot to say on the topic....not the point.  The point is, it was hot hot hot on Saturday and when &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/CKwvza20FH0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-8818773506203280176</id><published>2010-06-25T11:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:41:14.746-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cookies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ice Cream" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dessert" /><title type="text">Mint Chocolate Ice Cream Sandwiches</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/8818773506203280176/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=8818773506203280176&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/8818773506203280176" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/8818773506203280176" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/06/mint-chocolate-ice-cream-sandwiches.html" title="Mint Chocolate Ice Cream Sandwiches" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/TCTXnYisxnI/AAAAAAAABAQ/bDF4wo4RRpc/s72-c/SIDEVIEWSANDWICHES.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I have been wanting an ice cream maker for, like, ever.  Every summer as the heat starts to weigh down on me I walk into Williams Sonoma and stare at the ice cream machines, my mind bubbling with ideas of all the ice cream flavors, both unique and classic, that I would be able to make if I had one. This summer, I finally bought one and in my three proud weeks as an ice cream maker-owner, I have &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/jcf0AJ1lyhc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-1945890944195846680</id><published>2010-06-14T10:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:42:19.875-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vegetarian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vegetables" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Salad" /><title type="text">Pesto Potato and Green Bean Salad</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/1945890944195846680/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=1945890944195846680&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/1945890944195846680" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/1945890944195846680" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/06/pesto-potato-and-green-bean-salad.html" title="Pesto Potato and Green Bean Salad" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/TBaf8ZVvdhI/AAAAAAAAA_4/s57rnhRG3rY/s72-c/UNDRESSED.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I'm not a big fan of superlatives, the best this, the worst that, the coolest girl, the cutest guy, etc... It all just seems too extreme and too concrete. However, today I am making an exception to the rule because I think that everyone should know that the Union Square Farmer's market is one of the best places on earth.  Now maybe I would think all farmer's markets are that great, but this is &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/856byaXdsko" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-7185970491978109102</id><published>2010-06-07T00:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:43:06.475-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dessert" /><title type="text">Mock Apple Pie</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/7185970491978109102/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=7185970491978109102&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/7185970491978109102" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/7185970491978109102" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/05/mock-apple-pie.html" title="Mock Apple Pie" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/S-AaL0KdTTI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/3x0bHN7SGso/s72-c/WHOLE.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">When you've been out of the kitchen and away for such a long time, it seems that cooking again can be daunting.  During my travels I so much enjoyed having every delicious bite laid out for me, that the prospect of making anything myself seemed like a thing of the past.  Now that I have returned home and settled in, I suddenly got the urge again, the desire to make something new and different. So&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/MOHmfPJo-i4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-5752793816682787997</id><published>2010-05-18T10:40:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:10:17.810-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title type="text">So long France</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/5752793816682787997/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=5752793816682787997&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/5752793816682787997" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/5752793816682787997" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/05/so-long-france.html" title="So long France" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/S_Kt6NFkc2I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/-Y4ppYyJ84c/s72-c/IMG_1724.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">My trip through France is coming to its end and after five days in Paris, two in Bordeaux, three in Toulouse, and four in Nice I can say that traveling through France can be a comfortable challenge.  Many questions remain unanswered; why did we have to switch trains twice on what was supposed to be a direct trip?  Why don't French boys notice cute American/Canadian girls?  Why is it so cold and &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/EMszHSMD6dg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-4941269059226964524</id><published>2010-05-15T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:43:50.214-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cookies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dessert" /><title type="text">Cherry Almond Bars</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/4941269059226964524/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=4941269059226964524&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/4941269059226964524" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/4941269059226964524" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/05/cherry-almond-bars.html" title="Cherry Almond Bars" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/S9-ZypeZqkI/AAAAAAAAA9g/adl5_yQ3-5U/s72-c/STACKCHERRYALMOND.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">There are days when it feels like falling off the face of the earth  would be fantastic, like when exams are bogging you down, or when you're  cold and rain battered, or when you just don't feel like getting out of  bed.  Then there are times when it may seem like you've fallen off the  face of the earth, but in reality you're in the better half of the earth  and that blog that you so &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/AvUCpvlC_xs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-1932023750923274960</id><published>2010-04-27T09:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:02:12.371-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Snack" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Root Vegetables" /><title type="text">Sunchoke Chips</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/1932023750923274960/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=1932023750923274960&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/1932023750923274960" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/1932023750923274960" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/04/sunchoke-chips.html" title="Sunchoke Chips" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/S9mbwu9PixI/AAAAAAAAA9A/BYJHNY0Pgt8/s72-c/APR_27_2010_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">The past few days have been spent packing up boxes, preparing for the 'next step'--whatever that might be--and spending enough time with the people that matter to soak in their presence, before I say goodbye.  I have also been exploring Montreal, finally getting to know the city that I have lived in for three years, yet never knew anything about.  Between my packed cookware and my time away from &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/OJ4cInq3RR0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-7527719550947908478</id><published>2010-04-19T10:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:44:51.606-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chocolate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pie" /><title type="text">Chocolate Pretzel Pie</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/7527719550947908478/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=7527719550947908478&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/7527719550947908478" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/7527719550947908478" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/04/chocolate-pretzel-pie.html" title="Chocolate Pretzel Pie" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/S83lV83VCYI/AAAAAAAAA8w/pV0MW-1Jyts/s72-c/WHOLE.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">There are some food combinations that just make sense, and others that make me wonder about people's mental states.  Doritos and peanut butter? No thank you.  Orange jello and vanilla pudding? Ditto.  I shouldn't be so quick to judge because I enjoy  certain things that most people would have the same reaction to: I dip cookies in water, peanut butter and cream cheese do go well together, and &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/7KpfKxUI1pU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-7349161524788733453</id><published>2010-04-12T08:53:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:45:44.926-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Salad" /><title type="text">Fennel Apple Slaw</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/7349161524788733453/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=7349161524788733453&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/7349161524788733453" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/7349161524788733453" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/04/fennel-apple-slaw.html" title="Fennel Apple Slaw" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/S8MxBy70zKI/AAAAAAAAA8A/DkhG-Q0UmlI/s72-c/CLOSEUPSLAW.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I think there should be some sort of equation to define how much I miss barbecues; in October, they are recent memory, but the excitement of apples, squash and fall vegetables quickly pushes those thoughts out of my mind.  Come April, however, despite the abundance of fava beans, asparagus and artichokes, all I seem to be thinking about are barbecues.  Not the southern kind, but the kind you have&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/1PIVFFGRY4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-8512228404746351425</id><published>2010-04-06T15:53:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T08:33:23.985-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beans/Lentils" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vegetarian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indian" /><title type="text">Red Lentil and Eggplant Curry</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/8512228404746351425/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=8512228404746351425&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/8512228404746351425" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/8512228404746351425" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/04/red-lentil-and-eggplant-curry.html" title="Red Lentil and Eggplant Curry" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/S7wE-VTLeqI/AAAAAAAAA74/9zqrvcfiS1A/s72-c/CLOSEUP.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">This weekend was one of those perfect ones that tears you away from reality and life; where you find yourself plunked on a rooftop in the middle of the city pretending you're in a different world, but knowing that eventually real life and obligations will prevail.  But while you're sitting on that rooftop surrounded by friends, laughing (and maybe crying) you let yourself forget about any &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/ZkzIx2sDsG8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-3198635015794220266</id><published>2010-04-01T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:23:35.984-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Main Course" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chicken" /><title type="text">Addictions/Moroccan Chicken</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/3198635015794220266/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=3198635015794220266&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/3198635015794220266" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/3198635015794220266" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/03/addictionsmoroccan-chicken.html" title="Addictions/Moroccan Chicken" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/S7PkXdk7SlI/AAAAAAAAA7g/TGwyunOjPHg/s72-c/SPCES.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Ok, so I am willing to admit that I have a little bit of a problem.  Actually, I would rather call it an addiction, it seems more clinical and legitimate that way.  I am addicted to buying spices.  Now as an avid cook this isn't inherently a bad thing, but considering I don't know what to do with at least half of the spices that are currently decorating my fridge...well, yeah, you get it.  You &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/NG_egV0JU_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-8988289673805924475</id><published>2010-03-27T05:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:54:40.832-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cake" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daring Bakers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dessert" /><title type="text">Daring Bakers/Orange Tian</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/8988289673805924475/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=8988289673805924475&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/8988289673805924475" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/8988289673805924475" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/03/daring-bakersorange-tian.html" title="Daring Bakers/Orange Tian" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/S61GxaEmmdI/AAAAAAAAA7I/ZljU2MIwLo8/s72-c/SIDE+TIAN.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">I often find myself frustrated when new Daring Baker's challenges are posted, because so often I find the recipes do not appeal to me.  Almost every single time, I have been proven wrong.  This month I was proven wrong yet again. For a dessert that sounded too much like orange creamsicle pudding, this tian far exceeded my expectations.  That being said, the orange whipped cream combination is not&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/PKhZSPNqNBo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-98272440766682288</id><published>2010-03-24T22:24:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:28:24.193-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cookies" /><title type="text">Brown Butter Brown Sugar Shorties*</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/98272440766682288/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=98272440766682288&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/98272440766682288" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/98272440766682288" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/03/brown-butter-brown-sugar-shorties.html" title="Brown Butter Brown Sugar Shorties*" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/S6rUn2u2yMI/AAAAAAAAA6w/F05yUU8IJaA/s72-c/MILKINBACK.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">*you may notice that the title today is just the name of the cookie, they warrant no further explanation. Read on...Every week I face a challenge, the same challenge: to bake or not to bake? And I mean that in reference only to cakes, cookies, pies and the like.  Now I love sweets, a lot, but I really and truly try not to eat them a lot. I have learned that the best way not to eat too many sweets&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/cIFGuXb-5jg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-485880651853574426</id><published>2010-03-20T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:55:11.490-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meat" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sandwich" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Italian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comfort Food" /><title type="text">Boy Food/Meatball Subs</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/485880651853574426/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=485880651853574426&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/485880651853574426" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/485880651853574426" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/03/boy-foodmeatball-subs.html" title="Boy Food/Meatball Subs" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/S6Y4L6b7-NI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/8ABqe4wWTUQ/s72-c/IMG_1355.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I haven't figured out why the notion of a girl's night usually conjures up images of cute little PJs, homemade facials and pillow fights.  Sorry for the bad news, but reality is far from that; most 'girls nights' I have are neither called that nor do they involve any of this allegedly girly behavior.  Take the other night for example, a few of my friends and I got together to eat meatball subs, &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/tiV98Ml7QYE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-5815919843718568038</id><published>2010-03-16T08:38:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:52:35.756-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sandwich" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Breakfast" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bread" /><title type="text">Easy Bread/English Muffins</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/5815919843718568038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=5815919843718568038&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/5815919843718568038" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/5815919843718568038" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/03/easy-breadenglish-muffins.html" title="Easy Bread/English Muffins" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/S5-Gy9RodlI/AAAAAAAAA6A/BASwdYBfwag/s72-c/STACKED.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Between my fear of baking with yeast, my finicky oven and my overall belief that homemade bread is never as good as something fresh from a boulangerie, I almost never make my own bread.  That being said, after the challah, the pretzels, and now these english muffins, my fear of yeast is essentially overcome and I am looking forward to the day that I have an oven powerful enough (and kind enough) &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frenchietbd/HfIo/~4/i3RissQwdCU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-8955282652395946743</id><published>2010-03-10T12:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:29:54.716-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Snack" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appetizer" /><title type="text">Trends/Pickled Carrots and Cauliflower</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="/feeds/8955282652395946743/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293375204791789111&amp;postID=8955282652395946743&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/8955282652395946743" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293375204791789111/posts/default/8955282652395946743" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/2010/03/trendspickled-carrots-and-cauliflower.html" title="Trends/Pickled Carrots and Cauliflower" /><author><name>Frenchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854</uri><email>frenchie@frenchietbd.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17269626920245835490" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8uxz8gL1hM/S5hz8_JMsZI/AAAAAAAAA5g/O_9ZuyY0kIg/s72-c/MASONJARCARROTS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I almost gave up on writing this post about five minutes after starting because the words just didn't seem to be flowing.  So instead of forging on as I usually do, I just closed the tab letting my browser erase any semblance of a thought I had assembled. Some days, giving up just seems a hell of a lot easier. Just as I closed the tab though, this popped up on my newsfeed, reminding me that more &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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