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The other day, for apparently no reason whatsoever, my husband, Bill, decided to eat an entire onion. He didn’t eat it raw or anything; he just used the incredibly massive onion in some concoction he was making for his dinner. (Of course, maybe this was actually one of those subconscious moves to get me to cook more often.) |
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Last month, my good friend Peter Sakoufakis, along with his brother Nick Sakoufakis and father Tom Sakoufakis opened up Eggsperience Pancakes & Café in Long Grove. And because I really care about the readers of this column, I felt it was my civic duty to go there with a bunch of girlfriends (including Peter’s wife, Dina and my sister, Julie), taste-test as many menu-items as possible and report back to all of you. |
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A few years ago, I began having chronic foot pain. After limping for weeks, I went to my internist who said he thought it was a muscle problem but there was really nothing he could do for me. Later, I went to a foot specialist. He thought my foot could be a little arthritic and I should take ibuprofen for the pain.
Forever? Isn’t there a liver to think about somewhere in this plan? Eventually, I pretty much gave up trying to find a cure for my foot and truly felt I would not be able to walk someday. |
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Every spring and summer I get really excited about planting flowers around my house. I come up with really creative ideas and break out my pair of Kate Spade gardening gloves, straw hat, hot pink kneeling pad and cute, little gardening-tools tote. I really look the part. Unfortunately, the more I think about digging through the dirt with creepy bugs crawling everywhere my enthusiasm leaves and I don’t get much gardening done. |
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