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sunday breakfast

It took me an embarrassingly long time to commit to a cast iron skillet. This was one part laziness, one part trepidation (as things often are, personally). From what I had read, cast iron requires a commitment. Season before use. … Continue reading

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sunday breakfast

Breakfast doesn’t always have to be complicated, particularly weekend breakfasts. Just because there is time to devour gluttonous forkfuls of butter, cream and egg yolk, and subsequently recover for hours on the couch with magazines in hand, doesn’t necessarily mean one should … Continue reading

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sunday breakfast

What, don’t you want to know about last Sunday’s breakfast five days later? Of course you do. Sillies. In all honesty, I’ve been trying for days – DAYS – to find the right words to describe just how satisfying Sunday’s … Continue reading

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sunday breakfast & notes from the road: petsi pies

When I was but a young’un, my dad drove myself and my younger brothers up to Boston to visit my mom. I must have been really young because I don’t really remember much of that trip. I remember there being … Continue reading

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sunday breakfast

Friends, I have to tell you I’ve been doing battle with breakfasts lately. You know I love a good Sunday breakfast, but after a night of imbibing the big kid juice, my stomach and I are feeling particularly finicky. We crave … Continue reading

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sandy’s sunday

Sunday, as you know, is a day for breakfast. Sure, I brunch on Saturdays, but that’s a sort of bacchanalian affair. It’s shoving pizza in our gobs, stealing toast off someone else’s plate, having two cappuccinos and wiping pasta plates … Continue reading

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sunday breakfast

It’s no secret, my love for the New Amsterdam Market. I’ve told you, my beloved readers, and multiple times. My aunt is reluctant to send me alone before breakfast on Sunday morning. I can’t say I blame her, I’m like … Continue reading

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