Month: January 2010

I was a fat girl once. Not anymore, but I was. No, really, I was. That was about eight years, 100 pounds, and five sizes ago, not to mention about 25 points on my cholesterol score. In my closet, I have one remaining pair of size 20 jeans to prove it. I take them out…

The only cookbook I remember my mother using while I was growing up was a stained, dog-eared copy of the Better Homes & Gardens New Cookbook, circa 1972. You know, the one with the red-and-white gingham-checked cover. By the time I became interested in cooking, most of the tabs had either worn off or been…