Cooking for Margy
She's gotta eat!
About Me
the cook
I'm a guy at home and I'm making dinner for my girl. Now and then, she's making dinner for me. Sometimes we even eat out. No matter what, everyone's just cooking for Margy...
For the record, it's pronounced MAR-ghee, not MAR-jee.
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Seaside Sandwich
The Clock Is Ticking
Whole Hog
My New Favorite Mexican Restaurant
Boil and Eat
Showered with Shrimp
They Never Run Out of Pork
Backup Plan
Bumper Crop
Feed Us Well and All Is Forgiven
Summertime
Salty-Sweet Relief
Times Three
Garlic Waits to Pounce
Babbo
Breasts Aren't So Bad
More Lentils
Sausage Sandwiches
Where's the Capital of New Jersey?
Shumi Shows Me the Way
Ode to Summer Vegetables
Fingerlings to the Rescue
Hello, Beans
Prime Meridien
Our Garden Grows!
And on the Second Day They Ate Soba
Lakeside Dining
The (Almost) Perfect Steak
Shadowy Dumplings
The Real Deal
Back on the Chuck Wagon
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Food, glorious food:
The Bacon Show
Big Mary's Kitchen
Deep End Dining
Fayefood
Foodaphilia
Food Porn Watch
The Food Section
In Praise of Sardines
Life Begins at 30
MeatHenge
Midtown Lunch
Naughty Curry
Nihon No Ryori
Ruhlman
Slice
Slide
Waiter Rant
The Wednesday Chef
Also tasty:
Blind Cavefish
Girl Graceless
Ham & Cheese on Wry
Jamie and Connor
The Metafictional Blues
The Wandering Ghost
Uffish
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recipes
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seafood
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tacos
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The Mother
vegetables
Monday, August 21, 2006
Summertime
I'll grill a burger on the deck in the dead of winter, but a decent ear of corn waits for no one.
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