When I was about nine, my neighbors got stationed in Japan and rented out their house, as military families often do. I was devastated, as their little boy and girl were like my siblings and taught me how to scream, “MOM!! They are touching my stuff,” with all the righteous indignation of an older sister. (Seriously.
Category: Cookin’ with Carol
Cookin’ with Carol: Guyanese Pepperpot
As I may have mentioned, my dad is from Guyana and my mom is a white lady from New York. This makes me not only makes me mixed, but also a first generation American on my dad’s side. It also makes me always in possession of something to say when you have to go around
Cookin’ with Carol: Coronary Chai Spice Apple Cake
The thing about heart disease is that, like most diseases, it doesn’t happen to the just the patient, but the whole family. In order to develop healthy habits, everyone has to pitch in for it to work. How fair is it for someone to have to cut out sugar, salt and fats if your wife
Cooking with Carol: Bypass Orange Blueberry Bread
After the car ride from hell after Dad’s quintuple bypass, my parents and I made it home and proceeded to make Dad dinner. The man will eat just about anything, so it wasn’t an issue of taste. The problem was that while he was in the hospital, a side effect of his surgery is that
New Feature! Cooking with Carol: Recipes for Captain HeartAttack
Weird title, eh? Don’t worry, all will be explained. Eventually. But first, some background. So I have a dad. We call him the Tyrant. We are not being ironic. He’s a tough dad, as dad’s go. He’s not much taller than me and has a Guyanese accent that my mom and I don’t hear, but
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