From start to finish it was a complete exercise in too darn much. Kroger had 10 boxes of Barilla whole wheat pasta on sale for $10. So I bought 10 boxes. Then I made dinner for Petey and me, using an entire 1 pound box. I don’t know what I was thinking.
Darya Pino Rose likes creating new words like "foodist" and "healthstyle," and loves to eat and write about food — healthy, real food. Rose also makes lists; lots of 'em (more about that later).
As a kid when I was sick, my mom did the coolest thing. When we went to a drugstore to fill a prescription, my mom would buy me a small treat. Usually I would pick colored construction paper.
As an adult, I keep this tradition alive. If anyone in the family is sick, a small token for the patient is added to any medicine purchase.
It’s a fashion term. If in early September you’re sweltering in suede boots, turtlenecks and sweaters, you might be rushing the season.
As much as I love our Bull City, summer here is a Dante’s circle. I’m over it and yearning for fall by the day after Memorial Day. Summer is hot and sweaty, but the fall’s a smorgasbord of delights.
Some folks love it; others can't stand it.
What is it?
By the numbers, few folks like lamb, let alone love it, and over the past 40 years we've come to like it even less.
She was a hurricane in a brown tank suit. It was as if a wood nymph and a biker had had a love child.
Most medical and nutritional professionals agree: ultra-high protein, low-carbohydrate, high fat weight loss plans not only aren’t healthy, but sometimes trigger health problems.
Orecchiette is a small, round, cup-shaped pasta. It means “little ears” in Italian. I don’t see it. I think it looks more like a stocking cap for Hipster Barbie.
When I was growing up, I loved my mom's stuffed eggs. Heck, as a chubby and happy-go-lucky kid, I loved anything filled with mayonnaise.
Weight loss is rarely an easy journey and celebrity chef Art Smith knows that first hand.
Like many other little boys, this one likes action movies, amusement parks and peanut butter cookies. He always wears baseball caps, and you can divine what he had for lunch by interpreting spots on his T-shirt. He’s a charming, typical little boy. Except this little boy is Petey, my 54-year-old husband.
On a recent Saturday afternoon, the rain held off just long enough for a crowd to gather at the West 94th St. Pub in Woodcroft Shopping Center to sample some pretty amazing food from local grill masters while listening to a great set from Plan B Durham Band, all in the name of a good cause.