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- The International Diet Cookbook</title><subtitle type="html">"Belt in and hold on, NOSH delivers one wild culinary ride without the drive-thru window!"</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/noshcookbook" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="noshcookbook" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" /><logo>http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif</logo><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">noshcookbook</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQCRXw8eyp7ImA9WhBUFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-5276514718282184494</id><published>2013-05-03T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-03T12:26:04.273-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-03T12:26:04.273-04:00</app:edited><title>Gordita Style Fat Flour Tortillas</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/5276514718282184494?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/5276514718282184494?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2013/05/gordita-style-fat-flour-tortillas.html" title="Gordita Style Fat Flour Tortillas" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8EpSCNpq9Y/UYPZnTVRYMI/AAAAAAAAGBg/NQtKLpJG2hE/s72-c/IMAG0302.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">

Hello you fat little tortilla!

If you've never written a recipe book before, the one rule to remember is; if people can screw it up they will. Not that I'm making any judgments towards people, but sometimes you get comments like "well I tried to make it and it just didn't turn out." That's when I have to go back, look at the recipe and say "did I miss something?". Occasionally you do have a &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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"Greensboro's Most Popular Sandwich Shop"




In fact the two are slightly different (to keep from being sued) Castle Sauces.
The cloned version Castle Sauce adds a bit of cayenne to spice it up.

So a few weeks ago I'm shopping at my local farmers' market and discover this sauce called Boar and Castle Sauce. I was completely unaware at the time the maddening addiction some displaced &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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It was the early eighties when my mother was shoe-boxing recipes from her magazines and television shows that I first had a quiche. Perhaps I should clarify? I had some American concoction of eggs over toast in a 13x9 pan which barely resembled quiche. Quiche was cool after all, so much so that it became a feminine symbol of the kitchen. Men now afraid of the new feminist French movement &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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These could be the most amazing granola bars ever.


So I set out on a mission this weekend to make my own granola bars. The first batch tasted like a dystopian nightmare meal slop of pasty un-cooked oats. As with many recipes that find their way to my blog (or book) it often takes many incarnations before I get it right. While I do research other recipes, especially famous ones, I generally &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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It's got the magic in me. Graham cracker crusted, chocolate and peanut butter filled blondie-like
cookie bars.



Americans! Americans tend to want it all. We want our cake and to eat it too. We want Europe in Florida led by some mouse, and to be queens and kings of our vacations. Disney has always been good at giving Americans just what they want, including cookies that don't just have &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Better than McDonald's, Burger King or Wendy's fries
in my opinion. Oh and where else can you get tartar sauce
for dipping, other than Brussels?

So I was sitting in a cafe in Brussels about two weeks ago when we got to talking about how much I missed Brussels. Shannon decides at that moment to point out to my friends how I've practically become dependent on frites (french fries) since &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYFQnw6eCp7ImA9WhNaGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-2650863603084664957</id><published>2013-02-02T08:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-02T08:51:53.210-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-02T08:51:53.210-05:00</app:edited><title>Happy Crepes Day! | La Chandeleur</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/2650863603084664957?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/2650863603084664957?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2013/02/happy-crepes-day-la-chandeleur.html" title="Happy Crepes Day! | La Chandeleur" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHiRaSYzyD4/UQ0YT9ntRXI/AAAAAAAAFQI/w55VJYBRH90/s72-c/5659087678_0e576e5b36_z.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">



Oh! Regalade, across from the Eiffel Tower
 serving crepes and hot-chocolate.

Crepes, pancakes without leavening, the original European "tortilla", a wonderful edible wrapper to contain dinner and dessert. How is it America has survived (in general) so long without these wonderful delectable fried "pastries" from Brittany France?


One of the most popular methods of eating crepes is as a &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQERH88cCp7ImA9WhNaE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-2555505894280670741</id><published>2013-01-27T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-27T11:31:45.178-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-27T11:31:45.178-05:00</app:edited><title>Mitraillette Kebab | Lamb &amp; Cheese Sub Sandwich</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/2555505894280670741?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/2555505894280670741?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2013/01/mitraillette-kebab-lamb-cheese-sub.html" title="Mitraillette Kebab | Lamb &amp; Cheese Sub Sandwich" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uPtQJ2V8-uI/UQVTin8p6MI/AAAAAAAAFME/PUbAtQCyNJE/s72-c/IMAG0038.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">

Mitraillette Doner Kebab

Some time ago, I wrote about the Sandwich Americain, a precursor to the sandwich I'm about to share with you. A sandwich that went viral on the net because of its massive proportions. Basically it's a mitraillette (translated as "machine gun") which is common in parts of Belgium and France. There's all different types, made with all different types of meats and sauces.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEDQHY-fSp7ImA9WhNbEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-1232338947298745329</id><published>2013-01-13T12:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-13T12:21:11.855-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-13T12:21:11.855-05:00</app:edited><title>Song of the Chip Butty.</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/1232338947298745329?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/1232338947298745329?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2013/01/song-of-chip-butty.html" title="Song of the Chip Butty." /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59Qlqpk0I5s/UPLrvsQhxxI/AAAAAAAAEec/7DsFGj7vrBU/s72-c/IMG_20130113_115317.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">

The French Fry Sandwich 

Like a skyscraper, my chip butty rises above the plate. You see, it's hard to come back to the States after living in Europe and not eat fries, aka chips and frites. The fact that Europe figured out the potato wasn't poisonous or pure evil (which they did at one time), literally saved many countries such as Belgium and England from starvation during droughts and war.

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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UHSHY_fyp7ImA9WhNVF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-566817331875009417</id><published>2012-12-28T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-28T22:20:39.847-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-28T22:20:39.847-05:00</app:edited><title>Pita Durum / Doner Kebab Recipe</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/566817331875009417?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/566817331875009417?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2012/12/pita-durum-doner-kebob-recipe.html" title="Pita Durum / Doner Kebab Recipe" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-azbjHlx4nlE/UN32Ql1lAkI/AAAAAAAADy8/G0EkYM8owx4/s72-c/IMG2118.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">

Doner, meaning "turn around" as does the
roasted meat on the spit.

World's most popular fast-food? You're likely thinking it's McDonald's or the American hamburger, right? No. The Turkish doner kebab, which I knew lovingly merely as a pita durum in Belgium has become the staple of late-night friture (fry shop) runs. There's various takes on this food-log of a burrito, but my favorite is that &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QMSH0-cSp7ImA9WhNVFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-8381984151560812751</id><published>2012-12-26T19:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-26T19:49:49.359-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-26T19:49:49.359-05:00</app:edited><title>Sauce Blanche Recipe</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/8381984151560812751?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/8381984151560812751?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2012/12/sauce-blanche-recipe.html" title="Sauce Blanche Recipe" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9DtwzQpF-0s/UNuaeX1nrGI/AAAAAAAADxk/T1lzAUnF3m0/s72-c/sauceblanche.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">

Order from a friture in Belgium (or France) and you'll be presented with countless numbers of sauces for your fries and sandwiches. While I love the tartar sauce on my frites, it's the sauce blanche that I have to have on my pitas and durums (donner kebobs). Sometimes called just pita sauce, kebob sauce or white sauce (in English): Sauce Blanche is actually fairly similar to ranch dressing in &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcNR3w-eSp7ImA9WhNVFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-2844818937980660156</id><published>2012-12-25T14:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-25T14:34:56.251-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-25T14:34:56.251-05:00</app:edited><title>Hash-brown Casserole</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/2844818937980660156?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/2844818937980660156?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2012/12/hash-brown-casserole.html" title="Hash-brown Casserole" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMovrhs9L50/UNn6kk2i0FI/AAAAAAAADxQ/IrreowRJQl4/s72-c/DSC_1657.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">Christmas in America. No matter how bad the weather is that you were forced to endure to arrive at your destination, the great news is you can drink and eat yourself out of your depression through mountains of food, and the gifting of expensive presents.

If there's a Prozac of family get-togethers, it's got to be the casserole. Here's my mom's recipe for hash-brown casserole. It's darn good. I &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YHQ3szcSp7ImA9WhNVEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-6641827660038144189</id><published>2012-12-22T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-22T10:45:32.589-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-22T10:45:32.589-05:00</app:edited><title>Reece's Peanut Butter Cup Cookies</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/6641827660038144189?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/6641827660038144189?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2012/12/reeces-peanut-butter-cup-cookies.html" title="Reece's Peanut Butter Cup Cookies" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVmfLCKi_yY/UNXRVylIYaI/AAAAAAAADwo/5lUkkHYYp5M/s72-c/IMG_20121222_102228.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">

The kiss: the lone indulgence of coming
home, embodied in a cookie.

I just spent four months in Europe. It was an experience which changed me profoundly, which tore down my walls, rebuilt my insides, and made me a better person in so many ways. Coming home was one of the most difficult things I've ever done in my life. Indeed I'm still not sure where this all leaves me, as I feel vulnerable &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8EQHgyfCp7ImA9WhNQFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-5771108062233002735</id><published>2012-11-20T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-11-20T07:00:01.694-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-20T07:00:01.694-05:00</app:edited><title>Roux Roasted Thanksgiving Turkey</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/5771108062233002735?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/5771108062233002735?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2012/11/roux-roasted-thanksgiving-turkey.html" title="Roux Roasted Thanksgiving Turkey" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTcBz5pyUEk/T9TceH8YikI/AAAAAAAAC8k/vuw4ySempBE/s72-c/best_turkey_recipe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">


To make the perfect turkey you need the perfect male turkey and the perfect female turkey. You then put them in a pen together with some romantic music and wait. 

Thanksgiving, it's the holiday of gastronomy, a challenge that takes place in every kitchen in America to make the best Thanksgiving turkey. We sit around, our mouths watering with self-imposed fasting waiting to nosh on that slow &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcMQ30-fyp7ImA9WhJWEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-2305185939403223108</id><published>2012-08-15T12:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-15T18:34:42.357-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-08-15T18:34:42.357-04:00</app:edited><title>Juicy Lucy | Cheese Stuffed Cheeseburger</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/2305185939403223108?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/2305185939403223108?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2012/08/jucy-lucy-cheese-stuffed-cheeseburger.html" title="Juicy Lucy | Cheese Stuffed Cheeseburger" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xyswm5-vJT4/UCvRRx1JYpI/AAAAAAAADJ0/cse1SZGzvRc/s72-c/IMG_20120815_113123.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">Sometimes when I cook I know immediately that it's going on the website. Sometimes I'm just cooking for myself with no intention of writing about it. Such is the case here, with my morning creation of what's known in the gastronomy world as a Juicy Lucy, or a cheese stuffed cheeseburger.

It all started last night (technically this morning) at 1 AM. I wanted a burger. I asked Shannon if she'd &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUHQXkyeip7ImA9WhJQF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-258512266856204472</id><published>2012-07-31T18:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-31T18:37:10.792-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-31T18:37:10.792-04:00</app:edited><title>Mazzio's Chocolate Chip Pizza Recipe</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/258512266856204472?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/258512266856204472?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2012/07/mazzios-chocolate-chip-pizza-recipe.html" title="Mazzio's Chocolate Chip Pizza Recipe" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-byKus8B5pvM/UBhY6YILXBI/AAAAAAAADHg/TsyrPGPGKtU/s72-c/mazzios+chocolate+chip+pizza.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">

Wynne Arkansas Mazzio's Pizza

A month ago, I took a road-trip across this great country of ours. Having met friends over the years from all over the world I asked some friends where to eat and what to do along the way. It's truly the best way to vacation, because they already know the best places. One of my friends, Sarah, grew up in Arkansas and a few week prior to our personal Gumball Rally,&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUHRHo-eyp7ImA9WhJQFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-5196590905194806873</id><published>2012-07-28T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-28T13:40:35.453-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-28T13:40:35.453-04:00</app:edited><title>Big Mac Special Sauce Recipe</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/5196590905194806873?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/5196590905194806873?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2012/07/big-mac-special-sauce-recipe.html" title="Big Mac Special Sauce Recipe" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRVVORToIF0/UBQg2HYJupI/AAAAAAAADG4/2G-PPKg_9LU/s72-c/mega+mac.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">

The Big Mac may have originated in the U.S.,
but this Pennsylvania born legend is
dwarfed by the Mega Mac offered in other
parts of the world.

Several fast food restaurants have sandwiches labeled “big”. When they first came out they were indeed some of the biggest out there. Today they're dwarfed by the nearly half to one pound burger varieties available at the drive-thru. Today these big &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMCRno5fip7ImA9WhJQEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-5375670916096855553</id><published>2012-07-22T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-22T21:21:07.426-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-22T21:21:07.426-04:00</app:edited><title>Carl's JR's Double Bacon Western Cheeseburger Recipe</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/5375670916096855553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/5375670916096855553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2012/07/carls-jrs-double-bacon-western.html" title="Carl's JR's Double Bacon Western Cheeseburger Recipe" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--1OI4v8icGI/UAxu_9zReHI/AAAAAAAADEc/EKiRaQb9q2w/s72-c/double+bacon+western+cheeseburger+recipe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">



If you're reading this, then it's quite likely that you already know what Carl's JR is, and what the Double Bacon Western Cheeseburger is (also known in its smaller version as the Junior Bacon Western Cheeseburger). For those not in the know, it's a cult sandwich served on the West Coast by a fast-food restaurant called Carl's JR. Carl's JR who purchased the east-coast chain Hardees several &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQERnc6eSp7ImA9WhJRGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-8180016279745110241</id><published>2012-07-21T11:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-21T11:58:27.911-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-21T11:58:27.911-04:00</app:edited><title>Velveeta Cheeseburger Recipe</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/8180016279745110241?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/8180016279745110241?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2012/07/velveeta-cheeseburger-recipe.html" title="Velveeta Cheeseburger Recipe" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9dXgi56Ie4E/UArQdL-aqyI/AAAAAAAADEQ/FUhNNhAjiyk/s72-c/velveeta+chili.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">

This was the burger that made the cover of Nosh Cookbook.
I felt it genuinely combined burgers from around the world,
into a mosaic of international comfort food.

There's a tiny restaurant in central North Carolina called "Johnson's". There, they serve up the best chili-cheeseburger on the east-coast. It's absolutely phenomenal. They do several things right, but the one you might not be &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQBQX88eCp7ImA9WhJQFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-7962230134724312098</id><published>2012-07-20T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-28T13:42:30.170-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-28T13:42:30.170-04:00</app:edited><title>Ned's Noodles | Yakisoba Chicken Recipe</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/7962230134724312098?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/7962230134724312098?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2012/07/neds-noodles-yakisoba-chicken-recipe.html" title="Ned's Noodles | Yakisoba Chicken Recipe" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhH6_yNDPVg/UAndYSJmaFI/AAAAAAAADDw/2pq9in3rC_8/s72-c/amazing_discounts_neds.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><georss:featurename>3E Belvedere Rd, Lambeth, London, Greater London SE1 7GQ, UK</georss:featurename><georss:point>51.5022454 -0.117619</georss:point><georss:box>51.4997744 -0.1225545 51.5047164 -0.1126835</georss:box><content type="html">




Unless you're Anthony Bourdain on a layover in London with a production team and fancy restaurants, you might like me, want to pick up some food that's warm and delicious but also cheap and quick. When I'm in London, there's one place that fits the bill: Ned's Noodles.

Sure it's a take-out Asian noodle place, but as my realtor keeps saying, with Ned's it's all about the location, location, &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYDQ3w7eSp7ImA9WhJTE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700273752872452566.post-2046136961341334199</id><published>2012-06-21T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-21T13:36:12.201-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-21T13:36:12.201-04:00</app:edited><title>Banana Nut Muffins</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/2046136961341334199?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700273752872452566/posts/default/2046136961341334199?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.noshcookbook.com/2012/06/banana-nut-muffins.html" title="Banana Nut Muffins" /><author><name>Liv Jones</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/101588431152073408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z1bKfjB0ZM0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADyk/_vUMTxKpl1s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wSqEe2t0lfE/T-NZxir38gI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/z1pKwd5Ueq0/s72-c/banana+nut+muffin.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">

I grew up on
banana nut bread, it's a family favorite.
It's an amazing treat to taste it hot out of the oven.

When I originally wrote this recipe, it was to make a fat-free banana nut bread in a loaf pan. You can still make that recipe by using yogurt instead of the butter (both are posted below), however just by chance, Shannon decided to make this recipe as muffins, and they turned out &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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We've heard of the 4x4, the 10x10, with it's layers of cheese 
and beef patties, but only in the USA can you order a 100x100
 patty cheeseburger with 19,490 calories, and only pay $97.88.

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Tangy Salsa Fresca


Salsa appears to be a running theme here on Nosh. At last count there's over four different variations online. This one is very similar to the pico de gallo recipe I posted previously, but it has a few twists, it has tang. The secret ingredient, according to my mother-in-law from with which we derive the recipe, is V8 vegetable juice. Not normal V8, spicy hot V8, picante V8&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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When I was little, my grandmother would take me to the Taco Bell in Oregon, Ohio. My favorite thing on the menu was something called a Pizzazz pizza. This was before talking chihuauas, fire sauce, or value meals. We'd roll up in our land yacht, drop a huge fiver on lunch (getting three dollars back) and chow down into a double-stacked tostada of Mexican-food-confusion. Is it an Italian pizza&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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It's my first week off of the summer. It's the first chance I've had to step in the kitchen and cook in 16 weeks. I missed the relaxing nature of slicing veggies, concocting aroma indulgent foods, and honing the skills, the art, of cooking which had been so much a part of my life up till going back to school a few years back.

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