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Why don't I want to like Gwyneth Paltrow? Maybe it's something about feeling inadequate in nearly every category of human function. It's like Gwyneth can't just act in a few roles, she has to win an Academy Award. She can't just socialize, she has to hangout with the likes of Stella McCartney, Jerry Seinfeld, and Cameron Diaz. She can't just do a few sit ups in her living room, she has to have a personal trainer at her home Pilates studio. She can't just sing in the shower, she has to have a plum role on Glee. She can't just be a wife, she has to marry a gifted rock star. She can't just cook, she has to cook with Mario Batali in Spain. She can't just write a blog, she has to dominate the blogosphere with her GOOP (literally and figuratively). She can't just post a few recipes like the rest of us, she has to publish a cookbook. No, US Magazine, Gwyneth Paltrow is not Just Like US. And that's why I want to hate her. But I can't because, if for no other reason, her cookbook, which was a Mother's Day gift from my sister, is on the money. Healthy, smart, approachable.

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I am giddy over this red onion and rosemary jam that I have plopped on top of everything from eggs to steak to turkey sandwiches. The jam is novel and rich, and it's a secret weapon against boring dinners.Don't feel like marinading chicken tonight - jam it up. Can't look at another steamed vegetable - jam magic. Tired of the same old peanut butter toast for breakfast - onion jamalamadingdong. Giddy or solitude insanity ever since my husband and daughter troupe headed off to Coachella while the Fourth Grader traveled through the caverns of Sacramento on a class trip awaiting his arrival in the wee hours tonight in Burbank of all places. The house is quiet and I am putting onion jam on everything in sight. Look out Pepper, you're next.Here's why you need to make onion jam. First, you will impress the hell out of yourself. Second, it makes everything taste better. Third, it honors the crunchtime credo - make it fast, make it real. Suddenly, leftover something, becomes new something else.