So…I’ve been soul searching (and, no, I haven’t found any yet).

For me, matters of the heart/soul/mind require quiet contemplation. It’s not that I don’t confide…it’s more that I wait until I have most of the pieces figured out before I let anyone else in to help. This drives Andrew crazy, by the way.

I tell you this not because I’ve figured everything out, but to explain my silence here. I have been cooking. I’ve been trying new recipes and perfecting old ones. I’ve even been taking photographs to share them with you. I just didn’t feel like I had anything to say. Which is kind of a problem if you’re a blogger.
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It’s probably the most divisive issue for food lovers – cilantro.

For cilantro haters, the answer to this question is of supreme importance. If you hate cilantro, you’re on their side. You have a sophisticated palate. You are a super taster (more on that later). You can join their elite club (no, really).

If you love cilantro? Well, there must be something wrong with you. Prepare to be judged. Apparently you know absolutely nothing about real food. I mean, you call yourself a foodie? And you like something that tastes like soap? C’mon…step aside for the elite foodies of the world – the cilantro haters who, channeling Julia Child, will pick it off and throw it on the floor.

It’s ridiculous.
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Though I love hearty entree salads, I have a hard time serving them.

A salad for dinner? It just never seems like enough.

I guess it’s the country girl in me. You know the type – when a country girl asks ‘what do you want for dinner’ she really means which slab of meat do you want. She’ll figure out the rest from there…

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Wanna know the secret to these – the best ever – chicken kebabs?
I’ll tell you…
It’s bacon paste!
Wha? Bacon paste? Eww…
Don’t worry – that’s what I thought, too.
But, yes. It’s bacon paste!
Trust me for a sec.
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I give Andrew lots of grief for being uncreative in his food requests. Each time I make a meal plan, I can pretty much guess what his input will be.

For a while, all he’d ever ask for was green chile enchiladas.
Then, he moved on to ‘magic chicken’.
Now, it’s ‘that amazing mustard steak’.
The man knows what he wants.
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