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Katie, Des and I get together every few months. We make dinner, drink wine, catch up, and usually post a few funny only to us statuses. They’re some of my favorite nights. This month was my night to host. Hosting means you put together a menu including an appetizer, entrée, sides and dessert. You get the entrée ready before anyone arrives (in theory), then you drink wine and cook, and finally drink more wine. Good times are had by all. I’d been wanting The Land of Plenty cookbook for a while, so this was my excuse to buy it. I immediately felt in over my head.

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If there’s one thing I love, it’s hummus and pita. So if you invite me out for Mediterranean/Lebanese, (I won’t lie, I am culturally inept, don’t make me figure out the difference) I’m in. Even if just for hummus, pita and a beer. Mat called lunch this time, citing Lebanese pickles as his weapon of choice. A quick browse around the Internet landed us in Byblos’ lap. Excited? Yes, please.

Hummus. I got the hummus.” -Phoebe (In “The One Where No One’s Ready”)

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Yesterday I picked up a cantaloupe from Dillons. They were advertised as locally grown, and on sale. There’s no better win-win situation in the world! When I got it home and cut in to it, I instantly knew everyone in my life needed to have some fresh cantaloupe. So if you love the fruit but are intimidated by the prospect of cutting one (I used to be), this post’s for you!

When fresh fruit is this good, you actually don’t need dessert. No, for real. I’m not just an annoying healthy person saying that but wishing for ice cream. Mmmmm… Ice cream…

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After my dinner at To Chau, I thought I’d like to try to make spring rolls and drunken noodles (in an attempt to use up some of the red Thai dragon peppers I’m growing). I wandered into Lucky Market and hit the jackpot. Who knew such places exist in Wichita? Well, I knew there were Asian markets, I just had no idea they were so big! (That’s what she said.) Fair disclaimer: Most packages are prominently in languages I don’t speak/read, but if you take time to look there’s also English.

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Born and raised a Catholic girl, I spent most of my life scrunching my nose at the mention of seafood. And I don’t think it was closed-mindedness. Rather, I blame Lent. When Lenten “sacrifices” involved eating fish on Fridays, I naturally assumed fish was some type of punishment. And it doesn’t help when the extent of my fish experiences involved fish sticks and canned tuna, and the unappetizing odor associated with both. Would I like fish for dinner? No thank you.

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