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By Adrianna, June 16, 2010

Dear Recession,

I hate you I dislike you. I think it’s time for you to go away now, don’t you think? Look! I made you oatmeal cookies…think of it as a parting gift of sorts. So leave…now. You’ve caused nothing but trouble ever since you arrived and everyone is sorta tired of your face.

And to all you people that caused this, you sort of make me sick. My friends can’t seem to fund their movies, or get money for their art projects.  A bunch of my favorite restaurants and boutiques have closed their doors, which in turn has lead to a whole bunch of people now working jobs they don’t like just to pay the rent (and that’s if they can even find a job) all ’cause of you. People have shed a lot of tears, families have broken up, and overall, you’ve just made life a whole lot harder for a whole lot of people.  Sooo…I’m thinking you owe us something, dontcha think?  I think you owe us some cookies…I mean, it’s really the least you could do.  It certainly won’t make us forget, but you know, we’ll call it an olive branch.  And since  I’m pretty confident you can afford it, I’m demanding you put some bacon in those cookies, and I think Valhorna chocolate chips are also in order (see below for example).

So dig into your bonus-filled pockets, put on a cute, little apron and get baking. You suuure do have a lot of cookies to bake.

xoxo,

Adrianna

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By Adrianna, March 31, 2010

Fried green tomatoes are pretty serious business.  I found this out last week when I went to Atlanta for work, and well, it turned out I had a lot of down time since a few meetings were cancelled. I was perfectly fine with that since it meant I was able to roam around mid-town, sit in cafes for hours at a time and drink copious amounts of sweet tea (though I’m a total wuss and always go half sweet tea and half unsweetened).  All this unexpected downtime meant that I was able to eat at a few restaurants, all of which were Southern.  And while it did scare me a tad when the dude sitting behind me had to be carried out on a gurney by the paramedics, I decided right then, as I was eating my fried mac n cheese, that it had nothing to do with Southern food.  I decided to ignore that possibility.  You should too.   Moving on….

I don’t really consider myself a Southerner, even though I was born just up the street from my hotel in mid-town, went to middle school in Atlanta and attended college in North Carolina, but I do have a huge affinity for Southern food.  So…perhaps you could say I’m a half Southerner or something?

Anyway, the one thing that totally stole my heart on my trip were the fried green tomatoes.  And I had them prepared every which way you can have them: in crispy batter, soft batter, in between crispy and soft batter and spicy batter. My favorite, to no surprise to me, was when they were super crispy on the outside and soft, but not overcooked on the inside.  The thing I found out: Southerners are dead serious about the way they prepare their fried green tomatoes.  Everywhere I went I kindly asked how they prepared it and each person explained their way as the right way.

When I finally nailed down my favorite way to fry up green tomatoes, I paired it with some bread, some cool butter lettuce, a bit of mayonnaise and some bacon.  You should do this too; it’ll make you happy. And if you don’t? Well…bless your heart.

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By Adrianna, March 3, 2010

I have a dream.  Not, like, an important dream mind you–well to me it is–but to no one else.  It goes something like this:  I live on a farm, in the middle of nowhere, like …oh…I dunno, say Colorado, and I have a husband and he’s awesome and I probably have kids and they’re awesome too.  But the part of the dream that makes me most excited is that I have a pet pig. A really cute pet pig.  And his name is probably something really proper like Howard…or Franklin, and me and this…Franklin are inseparable.  We go for swims in the pond, he waits for me by the front door when I go and run errands,  he sleeps by my bedside, we play in the mud together, and when no one’s looking, I give Franklin kisses. Because that’s what I do with animals I love…I kiss them, even if other people think it’s gross.

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