Ann Davis-Rowe

  • Week 3, 2022

    Week 3, 2022

    Mon 1/17: Farmer’s Pasta, salad. Continuing our icy weekend with baked pasta. Based on reviews, did 5 c. milk, 1/2 c. heavy cream, and a few more splashes of milk ‘til it felt right, along with fewer breadcrumbs. Reviews were right: it is hella heavy. The fresh herbs helped. Lessons learned. Tues 1/18: pork tenderloin,…

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  • Week 2, 2022

    Week 2, 2022

    Another week, another set of kitchen switcheroos. Mon 1/10: H – homemade ‘nduja/truffle pesto pizza. A – dinner meeting [more on this soon!]. Tues 1/11: lamb chops with Toro Bravo’s Warm Potato Salad With Vinegar & Chorizo. We usually get chops from Costco and cook them sous vide style in our Instant Pot at 132°…

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  • Week 1, 2022

    Week 1, 2022

    This year, I’m going to attempt to share our weekly recipes. Maybe it’ll be inspiration. At the very least, I can better credit the food bloggers who inspire us. Mon 1/3: Colcannon Soup (aka Irish Potato and Cabbage Soup with Bacon). Flat 493 doesn’t do leek or onion and only very rarely shallot. And we…

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  • End inequalities. End AIDS.

    End inequalities. End AIDS.

    Two days ago I impromptuly signed up for a 5k for Triad Health Project two days from now thanks to the cultural committee at my dayjob. It’s for Ron Johnson Red Ribbon Week, and ending HIV. This issue has been important to me since my teenage years (thanks, RENT), but it wasn’t ‘til college that…

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  • Recipe.  Created.

    Recipe. Created.

    It’s always feast or famine with posts around this joint, and today, it’s feast.  And, yes, if you saw my Instastories the other week, I 100% saved onto to this post until appropriate for that joke. Anyway, I always say I am not a recipe creator. I can clean the fridge like no one else,…

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  • other duties as assigned

    I try not to talk about my day job because I don’t want them held responsible for the things I say politically or the things I do theatrically. But this time: they asked me to do something theatrical. So this is on them. I just directed my first readers theater-style show: there was limited staging…

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  • #saladlife

    #saladlife

    I meant to share this weeks ago, but… whoops? So, here we go. Instead of doing the writing I should be doing for a paycheck. On a Saturday night. Good times at Flat 493. Ann-as-salad 🥗 — watermelon radishes: rarely seen out and about here in Winston-Salem — grilled shishito peppers: perhaps overdone, but also…

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  • Nurse’s Orders

    I’m participating in another August Break from Susannah Conway on Instagram. I’ve really come to appreciate these times of focus every few months. Saturday’s prompt was “glass”, which tied in perfectly with this silly story from Saturday… which I’m only now sharing here on Monday. You don’t follow me for timeliness. ——– On my way…

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  • #Voracious

    #Voracious

    Ok, I know, I know, I said no more reading free books to review after 2019….. and I did hold off longer than expected. But then I found Voracious Readers Only. Or, rather, they found me. Thanks, Instagram ads. VRO offers a LOT of books to choose from, and there’s no penalty for passing on…

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  • Uphill

    Uphill

    Yesterday’s trail running was fueled by rage. Besides the DA claiming Andrew Brown, Jr. was both fleeing *and* a threat to the cops who were serving a warrant — and apparently warrants equal a license to kill these days; the Dems capitulating once again only for McConnell, McCarthy, and the rest of the McJerks to…

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