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Auntie Unfiltered: My Mother-In-Law Won't Eat My Cooking
I am not now nor have I ever been married. It just never happened. Don’t worry; your auntie has not been over here suffering in lonely spinsterdom, and to be clear, I love being boo’d up; I just don’t want be tied down. I do have friends and cousins who are either still married now…
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The 19 Things I Cooked in Self-Isolation and What They Say About My Mental State
“I’ll do something that makes me happy.” That’s how I justified that red velvet cake I made that I didn’t even bother to put icing on, as I was so happy to eat it just plain. Greedily, like a little kid. But it was a large and I had to eventually slice it up and…
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She’s Smokin’: The Running Fat Chef Has a Holiday Dinner Hack for You
Step away from the grills, people. It’s cold outside! Based on the temperatures I’ve been experiencing here in New York City, winter is already here. And while I love fried and smoked food as much as the next person, I’d like to keep my limbs frostbite-free if possible. Admittedly, I also don’t have a backyard.…
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This Christmas: Less Stuff, More Love
This year, I’m less about stuff under the tree and more about substance in my life. Everyone is asking me what I want, and I keep drawing a blank. The thrill of materialism just ain’t what it used to be. Somehow it’s all Gucci for me this year—without the Gucci. What I want lies more…
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Thug Kitchen's Brand Of Technicolor Blackness
Since I’m not a foodie (Popeye’s, anyone?) I don’t know that I’ve given Thug Kitchen enough consideration to really think about the once-anonymous creators of the blog and its screwball blend of profanity, hoodisms, and quinoa. I suppose that passively, I believed that Thug Kitchen was created by some shea butter slathering, Trader Joe’s reusable…
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Rep Your Set: Stuffing or Dressing?
This past weekend, my delegation of Black friends here in Panama and I, all homesick and missing starchy Southern goodness, decided to tear da kitchen up and assemble like Black ass high-calorie Voltron for an elaborate, Itis-friendly Sunday dinner. Our crew—made up of HalfroPanamanians (me and two others), DMV-raised Africans, a Trinidadian-Panamanian from Brooklyn, and…