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My First Time
No, I don’t kiss and tell. I do, however, race and tell. I was introduced to my first love by my brother. It’s like a romance novel. He was in love with her first, but after introducing the two of...
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A Bowl of Indy Stew – The Night Before Day 1, 1986
After reviewing all my posts in this blog, a few things have become apparent: 1. I trend to the negative. 2. I REALLY like quotes. 3. Footnotes amuse me. 4. I might be pretentious. 5. I am a...
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A Bowl of Indy Stew – Day 1, 1986
You know the trouble with diets? Temptation. It lurks around every corner: breaded tenderloins, White Castles, sundry cured meats. How can I get down to my “race weight” when temptation is...
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A Bowl of Indy Stew – Day 2, 1986
Did you hear that? The timer on the stove just went off, and you know what that means, don’t you? Another bowl of Indy Stew has cooked up and is ready to be served. This is the third bowl of 1986...
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A Bowl of Indy Stew – The Night Before Day 3, 1986
We all have our favorite dishes. For some it’s a hot and juicy steak fresh from the grill. Others prefer a healthy salad with arugula and other trendy greens. In Indiana, a great breaded tenderloin...
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A Bowl of Indy Stew – Day 3, 1986
Hang on just a minute…it’s back here somewhere…just let me move the ice cream…there it is! Way back in the freezer in an unmarked Tupperware container is the very last bit of the 1986 Indy Stew. Let...
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