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Continue reading →: Give a girl a book.Man, do I love to read. I have always been a reader, really. When I was a kid, I always had a stack of books to escape into. Devouring books is the best way to put it. It felt like eating cake, eagerly gnawing through a book, building a world…
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Continue reading →: Best Easy Pizza Dough Recipe: A Staple!First recipe post. Here we go. I have six people to feed everysingle day. Like, EVERY day. It’s amazingly difficult to feed them withoutmaking the same things over and over and over. It’s impossible to come up withcreative ideas and food that are tasty and that we don’t all get…
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Continue reading →: The Love Language of Birthday CakesFood is my love language – no doubt. And what says love more than cake? My favourite gift to my family is cake. But, some gifts are better than others. There are six people in my immediate family, plus parents, in laws, cousins, aunts, uncles, and more. That means a…
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Continue reading →: Udon Know How Good it isFrom the depths of Tik Tok and Instagram, food trends make their way from videos to my kids’ dinner requests. From Gochuchang to Udon to Cheesy ramen (I have yet to try this one), I am happy to indulge some of their more fun requests. I love trying new foods,…
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Continue reading →: Travel. I Must.Last week I was researching some travel deals. I do this often with my morning coffee. Far better than reading the news I dare say. My husband asked me about my findings and we started talking flights. He laughed and commented how I come to life when I start talking…
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Continue reading →: What inspires me to create in the kitchen?I was at the counter cooking as far back I can remember. I remember the apron that my mom gave me when I was just three years old. It was white with rainbows, trimmed in red, and sewed with a quilt-like pattern. It was bright, cheery, and I was always…
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Continue reading →: Day one.This is a blog. My blog. I’ve always wanted to try this, but it has always ended in a handful of half-written posts with great intentions. Folders on my computer hold the half-diary, half-wanting to share words that I have written. And, I have written before. I spent years writing…





