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Sauteed Swiss chard, or a ginormous salad in a bowl big enough to swim in.

Mmmm. Stuffed portabellos maybe, or Pizza alla Margherita. Total toss-up between the two.

I love the taste of plastic in the morning.

I think we all lost weight this week. Biting one's nails while watching election coverage certainly counts as a diet aid, hmmm?

I found the CSA to be a better deal financially than going to the farmer's market (though I do supplement by going to the market as well). I, like many others, freeze what I can't eat. If there is anything that I don't want, I trade it to friends or to other CSA members for items I want more of.

I followed this same theory with my two children (one of whom is 12-months old now), but I didn't bother with a food mill. When she was 6 or 7 months old, I plopped her into a high chair and started letting her dig around in a tiny bowl of whatever we were having. If need be, I smashed it up with a fork or chopped it with a knife, but for the most part, she happily gummed away at beans, pasta, grilled veggies, whatever.

Feeding kids isn't rocket science. It has just been turned into a commercial endeavor, like everything else.

I have a reliable recipe that I use for granola, and I have found that cooking on convection helps the oats to cluster better (though still not quite as much as the stuff in the stores). The amount of honey and oil has an effect as well - the more you use, the better the cluster.

http://postmodernfeeding.blogspot.com/2008/09/granola-girl.html

A spoon stuck into a raspberry-filled, maple-iced doughnut, which, if you ponder on it too long, will make you hurl.

Mmmm. I like Crispy, Flattened Potatoes, a highly addictive cross between a potato chip and a french fry.

http://postmodernfeeding.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-potato.html

I was in Rome (Georgia, that is) at some dive and lucked into an extremely good-looking waiter with a smile that was having an effect on my, um, appetite. Six months or so later, I was at a coffee shop at 2 o'clock in the morning in Athens (Georgia, that is) and turned around to find That Waiter in line behind me. He smiled that smile and we enjoyed a very, very interesting rest of the night together.

Mmmm. That Kashi Orchard Spice stuff is the nectar of the gods. I lurve it.

There is an article in the current issue of Bon Appetit about how food writers stay thin (written by, apparently, one who does). Granted, the secret isn't much of a secret: only eat what you love - and don't eat all of it.

I think a Mexican potluck party in the Sistine Chapel would be a nice coup.