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My compost bin could double as the set of a mini horror film right now. Jeff won't touch it, and I have to take a deep breath before I...
Hi, I'm Liz.
I'm a publicist, wife, stepmom, equestrian, rescue dog owner and home cook. I work crazy hours so I've come up with time-saving ways to prepare fresh ingredients in simple preparations without cutting corners. In sustenance and ceremony, I savor every minute. I never use recipes. This blog is an exercise in writing it all down.