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I have been a ‘pie girl’ for as long as I can remember; my choice of birthday treat was almost always a cherry pie – except those times when I requested Angel Food cake – primarily because I thought maybe eating Angel Food cake would make me more . . . shall we say, ‘angelic?’ No such luck. The words, ‘sweet’ or ‘angelic’ are never used to describe me and I’m okay with that. I’ve learned to embrace my other qualities . . . I won’t bore you with the details now, but suffice it to say that ‘loving pie’ is at the top of that list.

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Musical pairing – Easy by Rascal Flatts

I’m pretty sure even those who love to cook or bake want to push the Easy Button every once in a while; it happens here in my kitchen too. Even though I have an office at home, I still have clients to service, phone calls to make, emails to respond to, bills to pay, invoicing to send out, mail to drop, yadda-yadda-yadda. And like the rest of you, I juggle all of that and then some amongst the laundry, running the sweeper, grocery shopping and cleaning the toilets – ah yes, Cinderella, I do live a glamorous life (said very much tongue-in-cheek).

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Musical pairing – Primavera by Carlos Santana

I don’t know about you, but I am welcoming spring with open arms . . . just wish she’d hurry up and get here . . . and then hang around for a while; we’ve had wide swings in temperatures and record precipitation these past couple of months. When I hit the grocery store this time of year, I am unapologetically giddy at the sight of seasonal strawberries, fresh peas, rows of potted herbs and vibrant green and purple asparagus!

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Musical Pairing: I Run to You, Lady Antebellum

Contrary to what you might think, pizza in Italy is quite different from here in the States . . . sorry, but I speak the truth here.  I was fortunate to spend some time in Italy in 1997 and like a lot of folks, thought that pizza only consisted of pepperoni, sausage, cheese – and lots of it.  In fact, upon arriving in Rome, the first thing our group did was to find a restaurant and order pizza.  Trouble was, no one but our guide spoke the language and the men-folk in our group weren’t going to ask for help, no-siree-bob, they could handle it all on their own, thank-you-very-much . . . so they ordered what they thought was an extra-large pepperoni pizza . . . but when the waiter brought it to the table . . . it was covered in spicy-hot ‘pepperoncini’ – HAH!  What I learned on that trip is that when it comes to pizza, it’s no-holds-barred in Italy – including potato, peppers, fennel, olives, fish and everything in-between – fabulous!