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Mediterranean Chicken Salad
Isn’t this Mediterranean Chicken Salad gorgeous? You bet your sweet ass, it is! I am an absolute sucker when it comes to beautiful produce. I mean, I get weak in the knees and my eyes glaze over. Then I hear this robotic voice in my head: Must Buy All the Produce. I call it Blog Brain Frenzy where I buy anything and all that is beautiful because in some manner or fashion I can use it in something. Right? In the history of never have I been able to pass up beautiful produce. Today I had to borrow a truck to get it all home. But the positive side of…
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Fakes (Greek Lentils)
Sometimes a girl just wants some beans and rice. Or beans and pasta, as the case may be. Pronounced fa-KEE and sometimes called fakorizo, THIS is my comfort food. I absolutely begged for it as a child. It’s a security blanket in a bowl, like chicken noodle soup. Eating comfort food is my class of self-medicating. It soothes me physiologically. So when I am feeling blue, I reach for my drug of choice: comfort food. Hello, I’m Naked Epicurean, and I am a comfort food addict. My drug must meet requisite standards. For example: Is it easy to make? Check. Does it evoke nostalgia? Check. Is it loaded with calories?…
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Tzatziki Sauce + Dip
Should you or shouldn’t you on the first date? The answer depends on how confident you are with yourself and how comfortable you are with your partner. It really has to be a commitment from both parties. After all, if you both eat garlic, you should be fine because your garlickyness will cancel out his garlickyness. Right? We were face to face with this dilemma on our first date. The culprit was tzatziki, loaded with garlic and garnished with scrapes. Garlic galore! The Man and I looked each other square in the eye. I think he could tell I do not easily part from my food. I was elbows…
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D@mn Delicious Chicken Souvlaki
Do you remember the first time you ate souvlaki? I mean authentic souvlaki? You strolled down the narrow cobbled street under a canopy of bougainvillea, winding your way between colorful buildings. Architectural footprints left by previous civilizations cast shadows all around. The scent of gardenias wafted through the air as you took a seat at an outdoor taverna, the background buzzing with a quiet hum of chatting diners. You were at the Plaka, nestled at the foot of the slope upon which the proud and glorious Acropolis stood. You thought you were in heaven. So many years ago, yet you remember it as if it were yesterday. As luck would…
