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All that Lemony Goodness ~ #10

The other day while Jane was doing a bit of research, she came across the little jewel of information that hazelnuts aren’t the same thing as other tree nuts. Meaning – supposedly, she should be able to eat them and not have to hop on the train to Crazytown. I bought a small (1 cup) pack of dry-roasted chopped nuts, gave her a teaspoon to eat… and waited…. Nada.. Encouraged..Elated…Excited… I decided to make her up a batch of Trisha Yearwood’s Pecan Pie Muffins (you know… using hazelnuts). Because you all know that with her particular food triggers, anything I can do to make her life suck a little less – I’m going to do. Well…. we were a bit premature in our assessment. Hazelnuts didn’t effect her cognitive functions, the problem was much further down the pike (if you get what I mean)…. I had to toss them out. So why am I talking nuts when this is about lemony goodness? Because lemon is my go to for her. She loves lemon almost as much as …

All That Lemony Goodness – Lemon ~ Raspberry Thumbprint Cookies

  ” I want a cookie…” Generally speaking, those four words don’t usually raise shrieks of alarms in your head. But, then again… you don’t live up on the hill here at Turtle Creek; where everything tasty is filled with things that are taboo – and the list of things we can’t eat grows like that Creeping Charlie out in the garden. But, I do my best to make life here a little less sucky. I decided to try and make homemade cookies… something I’m not particularly good at. And since 100% of the really good cookies have butter – it’s not been something very high on my list… You know,  since lard cookies taste like crap. Thankfully, one day when I was griping about the lack of good butter options for the severely lactose intolerant,  someone (I’m sorry, I really don’t remember who pointed me in the right direction) asked if I had ever tried Cultured Butter. For those of you not in the know, Cultured Butter is Fresh cream butter to which lactic acid cultures have …

All That Lemony Goodness – Numero Otto (that’s 8)

Tuscan Lemon Chicken and Cookbook Sundays This post is part of Couscous and Consciousness’s Cookbook Sundays Project. What you say? Pf cooking from a cookbook? Unadorned? Well, it’s true. I know I don’t normally play the “cook someone else’s food” game. I don’t usually play well with others… I’m the run with scissors kind of guy. Cookbooks to me are an inspiration… or food porn… or just a good giggle, sometimes. I’ll read them through, and start making changes straight away. but.. with something over 3,000 cookbooks in the shelves (and some I’ve never even opened), I thought.. why the hell not. Some of these should start getting some use before the pages all stick together… The Tuscan Lemon Chicken recipe is from the Barefoot Contessa’s Back to Basics cookbook. I haven’t monkeyed around with it – honestly there isn’t any need. It’s lemony (and you know I adore lemon), and the right amount of herbiness, and its stupid simple to boot. So this even fits in our Simple Dinner Sunday category. I have added a …

A day late and a dolla’ short

2011? Well, it’s over…   done with…   gone… and save for a few bright moments and flickers of joy – It was an abysmally bad year here at Turtle Creek, and one I’d really care not to repeat anytime soon. So I’m closing the books on ol’ 11 and onward and upwards to number 12. I’m on to bigger posts for MR Fodder, better resumes and interviews for that whole under employment thingy, and finally putting a couple of things to right that have been eating at me for a while. Fair warning – I’m enlisting everyone and everything I can think of to make it so… short of dousing myself in chicken blood and dancing naked under a full moon…. it really doesn’t work, you’ll have to take my word on that one. Starting with day one – the New Years Day Dinner. Every culture has some food talisman intended to generate health, good luck, immense wealth. The Peruvians chow down on potatoes cooked with saffron to emulate pots of gold; Asians munch on super long bundles of noodles twined into …