Ah, fried chicken. My forever love. I don’t think anything delights me more than the sound, the smell and taste of a perfectly fried piece of chicken. I’ve been asked before what I would eat if I could only eat one thing for the rest of my life—that answer is fried freaking chicken! It has…
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Summer is here, and I don’t think I could be more delighted even if I tried. The sun that gracefully beams its rays against my skin and the warm breeze that delicately blows through my hair give me great feelings that I can’t get enough of. I am so much happier when the weather hits…
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Aside from the fact that my brother and I were first-generation kids in our family, we lived a pretty “American” life. We had went to school; we made a good number of friends from school; we hung out with those friends; we also had neighborhood friends; we frequently hung out with those friends; we participated…
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My dad makes the best doggone ribs in the land. My brother and I always ask for them—unfortunately, he only makes them on special occasions. Lucky for us since the birth of my nephew Evan, my dad has been making them pretty regularly. What’s interesting about these is that while packed with mega flavor, there…
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It’s finally getting warm out here in Philadelphia. It’s been a brutal winter, and we just about had enough—at least I have. Now that we’re in spring, we’re getting better mangoes in the supermarket, which is one of the best parts about the spring and summer to me. A love for mangoes has been engrained…
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Gluten-free typically isn’t my thing. Mainly because I’m a glutton for gluten, but lawd have mercy there’s a love connection between me and flourless brownies. They really speak to my soul like… “You just get me. Luv ya lots, Flourless Brownie.” Like anyone else, I really love fudgey, slightly undercooked brownies that pretty much glue…
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Ragù has always been a tradition in my house. Growing up my dad prepared it weekly, mainly because it was an easy dinner. And in those days, ragù sauce came in the form of a jar and pasta came in the form of a box from the supermarket—not exactly authentic, but I didn’t know any…
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