Alaska Cooks

When I was little and my mother baked cookies, my brother and I used to squabble over who got to lick the bowl and who had dibs on the mixer paddles. I forget now which was better, but I do remember who got what was quite important to two small sugar-deprived boys. [...]

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One of my favorite dinners as a single guy (B.T. - before Tricia) was simple - just standing at the sink eating prosciutto and big chunks of fresh crusty bread, still warm from the oven. I’d dunk it in olive oil sprinkled with sea salt, chasing bread with wine and slivers of reggiano sliced fine [...]

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