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Bougie Girl In The Kitchen: Pasta Poverina

Ah, pasta! 

I remember the lean years in which I consumed you in some form or fashion. This was long before you earned that bad rap for being fattening. But, for this former struggling college student, you were an answered prayer! 
My recipe for Pasta Poverina is an ode to you. I start out by boiling water per the instructions on the pasta box. ( In this instance, I am using mostaccioli. However, you can use just about any type of pasta noodle for this dish.)
Next, I add chopped up Baby Bella mushrooms,  sliced Spanish onions,  and capers to a small pan with  2 tablespoons of Extra Virgin Olive Oil in it. I cook them over a low flame for at least 5 to 7 minutes. 
I turn my attention back to the mostaccioli. After it finishes cooking, I drain the mostaccioli and place it in a medium saucepan. Afterwards, I mix in marinara sauce (usually the least expensive jar) along with the mushrooms, onions, and capers. I add cracked black pepper and a couple of  tablespoons of lemon juice.

Bougie Girl Audio: True Feminism

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Bougie Girl Audio: Boy Guardians

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I grew up during the 1980's and 90's.  During my childhood, a majority of my friends were boys. I played basketball, football, whiffle ball, and even ran foot races against them. We were always there for one another. I was a scrawny awkward looking girl so, none of my male friends viewed me as girlfriend material.
This was fine with me because I was more into books, sports, theater, and science experiments than dating. However, once I reached college things drastically changed.  Inexplicably,  I  blossomed into an attractive coed which made things awkward with my male friends. 
Yet, ever chivalrous gentlemen, they made an unspoken pact to look out for me. They were my self-appointed knights of the roundtable. At the time, I did not fully appreciate the way in which they treated me as though I were a delicate piece of crystal. 
They cleaned up their language around me, opened doors, and helped me to put together…

Bougie Girl In The Kitchen: Tater Tot Casserole

I spent last Saturday night playing board games with a big group of friends. I love our Game Nights because it is a chance for all of us to unwind and have fun. In addition, there are always seems to be some yummy food on hand.

This time was no exception.I feasted on a bunch of different culinary offerings including  multi-layered dip, red velvet dessert, and chocolate cookies just to name a few.  What can I say? My friends really know how to bring their "A" game to the food table.

Not wanting to be outdone, I brought a tater tot casserole. Just what's in a tater tot casserole? I am glad that you asked. Basically, I marinated tater tots in lime juice, extra virgin olive oil and black pepper.

 I baked them per the directions on the bag. While they were baking, I sauteed Baby Bella mushrooms, Spanish onions, with a spritz of lemon juice in a  pan  on the stovetop.

After the tater tots were finished, I placed them into a  resealable plastic container and mixed in the mushr…

Guest Blogger: Deanna Proach

How Creative Inspiration Came to Me Without Me Looking for It...

As an artist, inspiration can come from anywhere: a passion, an imagined scenario, a dream, or life experience. I'm a writer of fiction, although everything I write is based on my love of history and of the things that happen in the real world. 
My first novel, Day of Revenge, was a product of my immense interest in the French Revolution. What initially stirred my interest in this historical event was the infamous guillotine. Why such a gruesome killing machine would intrigue me so much, I honestly cannot explain. But, there is so much more to the French Revolution than the guillotine. How a group of people overthrew the Ancien Regime--a system that has been in place in France for hundreds of years--amazes me.
I've often wondered what life was like in France during the Reign of Terror. How did people cope in such a hostile environment? How did they deal with the death and destruction all around them? What did they d…