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Red Wine Deviled Eggs

We have a bit of a thing for deviled eggs in this family. And by "we" I mean "Kendrick," who apparently desires them with the fire of a thousand suns, because when they are made they are gone. Like, instantly.

And so, along with Rice Krispies treats (the man has simple tastes, what can I say?) deviled eggs are what I make him when I want to give him the edible equivalent of a hug.

And these? These are like the edible equivalent of…well, something that we don't need to lay out explicitly, because come on, it's not that kind of a site. They are SO rich, and SO good, and SO the kind of thing people are talking about when they say an hors d'oeuvre is a "conversation piece" (go on, serve these at a party; virtually everyone is going to give you a "oh my god what are you asking me to eat?!" look, and then they will eat them, and then they will be all eye rolls and "more please").

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Fettuccine with Shrimp, Peas and Spinach

I'm over winter.

I'm over the snow. Over the heating bill. Over the fact that my car's steering wheel apparently stops moving when it drops below twenty degrees.

I'm even over the stews and soups, and as much as I adore my slow-cooker, I'm ready to retire it in favor of all things springy and light. Mostly, I'm ready for seafood and white wine and fresh vegetables.

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The Century Egg Experiment

This is a century egg.

It is quite literally the strangest food I have ever encountered in my life. Also called a “Hundred-Year Egg,” a “Preserved Egg,” a “Thousand-Year Egg,” and a “Horse Urine Egg” (oh yes), it's an egg that has been preserved in a mixture of clay, lime, ash, salt, and rice hulls for several months (like this).

According to legend, the Century Egg was discovered during the Ming Dynasty by a man who returned to his home, which had been under construction for several months, only to discover a few duck eggs that had been buried in quicklime. He ate them for some unknown reason and boom: tradition, born.

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What’s Coming Along

I apologize for all the House Posts lately.

At the moment, houses are kind of on my mind a little more than, like…sweaters. Lipstick. Whatever.

I've been doing a lot of inventorying of our possessions these last few weeks, trying to sift through what to bring, what to sell, what to donate and what to trash, and what it comes down to is this: A move is a fantastic time to streamline and cut all the unnecessary baggage out of your life…but that's the trick, figuring out what's your "baggage" and what's just yours.