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“Sun Rays and Snow Days” by Carly Patent

Hi everybody! Carly Patent, here, reporting live from the University of Delaware campus right here in Newark. As anyone who has left their dorm in the past couple weeks knows, we’ve been having some crazy weather lately, and word on the street is that it’s only going to get crazier. From sunny days in the high seventies to flurries in the mid-teens, I’ve got your winter weather report so that you’ll never have to worry again about when to rock the snow boots and when to break out the flip flops—stay tuned!

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“Seas the Day” by Carly Patent

Palm trees, sun-kissed skin, oceans clear as glass, sandy beaches, and rainbow-speckled sunsets were just some of the treasures that my family and I enjoyed during our vacation to Palm Beach, Aruba during winter break. Throughout my trip to Aruba, I welcomed ashore some great souvenirs and memories that will keep me happy as a clam in these first few weeks of the semester. Continue reading

“Absence Makes the Stomach Grow Fonder” by Carly Patent

Cooking has been a passion of mine since I was a little girl. I attribute this to my mother’s own passion for cooking. She bought me my first set of plastic food and a bright pink and purple play kitchen. We watched Martha Stewart together every morning before going to preschool. When I was too little to even reach the counter, my mother would have me stand on a chair to pour in sugar and stir in flour. She bought me my first cookbook, a copy of Rachael Ray’s Cooking Rocks! from which I created some pretty horrible dishes that my parents kindly ate. Continue reading

“An Apple a Day Means Fall’s Here to Stay” by Carly Patent

The Autumn months are prime apple picking season. My family has an annual tradition where we venture to a local orchard on a brisk Fall morning to pick apples. Somehow, we manage to pick over twenty pounds of apples, not counting the apples that my father picks and eats before paying.  Upon arriving home, we wash the apples and place them into a gigantic glass bowl on the kitchen counter so that every time we walk into the kitchen, they whisper, “eat me, eat me, and if you do, you’ll only have 99 apples left!” I guess it’s the thrill of being able to pick our own apples that causes us to load up our buckets until they are too heavy to carry. Continue reading

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