A classic chicken recipe calls for 40 cloves of garlic! Shocking, isn't it? Not 4 cloves, not even 10 cloves, but 40! But home cooks love their recipes for 40-clove garlic chicken and work to perfect the recipes to match their families' taste. If you've not tried garlic chicken yet, I've collected several variations to get you started.

This week in BlogHer's Wall of Shame (and Fame): Beyonce sports a lovely shade of white chick, while demon sheep flock to GOP politics ... More of BlogHer's Wall of Shame and Fame: "Now with Wings," Tots in Heels, Just Lie Back and Think of Canada

I'm not much of a political junkie, but I am all for silliness -- and the attack ad GOP senatorial prospect Carly Fiorina (who sometimes blogs at BlogHer) released last week raises the bar for silly. It's been dubbed "The Demon Sheep" and FCINO (standing for "Fiscal Conservative in Name Only" -- drubbing rival Tom Campbell's spending record). But who cares about economic policy when there are SHEEP?

The other woman. “Home wrecker” if she succeeds, “what did you expect?” if she doesn't. Everyday we are bombarded with stories of these women: former governor Mark Sanford's soulmate, John Edwards' baby momma, and Tiger Woods' menagerie of lovers. While the media will tell us all about these women, it's only ever the scintillating details – the love letters, the text messages, the alleged existence of a sex tape. The fact they are – or once were – party girls, porn stars, strippers.

It's still winter outside, but spring trends are showing up in magazines and catalogs -- and the draw of all those bright, summery pieces is appealing, especially when you're digging out of the latest winter storm. Freshen up your wardrobe by incorporating some spring trends now. This month, Lucky magazine chose their five favorites -- which ones will you wear?

With Valentine's Day around the corner, my inbox is a swamp of cliched press releases, each one of them attempting to sell me the idea of romantic travel -- a trip to Paris, perhaps, or exotic chocolates from far away places, or little extras that you can pack to transform the sturdy beige interior of your hotel room into a rose colored tent in the desert. Yeah, okay, maybe.

Question. Would you eat dog food?No?What if it was mixed in with your hamburger meat? Would you eat it then?What if I told you it wasn't your choice? What if it was already in the burgers you are eating?

I was talking to a friend recently who mentioned that it appeared things were going really well with my new baby. Being long-distance Internet friends, we see each other very rarely. And with all of the craziness that has happened in the past six months after the birth of my daughter, we haven't chatted much either. So all of the news about my life? He gets from the Internet, mainly my blog.

I became aware of the Impostor Syndrome eight or nine years ago, when I was working for a failing start-up. Watching our staff whittle to half its size every few weeks was starting to take a toll on the remaining employees. I was grateful to still be working, but I wondered whether I should start looking into another job -- something more secure.

When Bossy's daughter was young enough to play with dolls -- which was yesterday and maybe tomorrow and the next day even though Bossy's daughter relocated her dolls to purgatory the basement but Bossy still holds out hope -- Bossy's daughter preferred baby dolls that look and feel like real babies. Bossy's daughter never took part in the phenomenon that is the American Girl doll thing, which doesn't prevent the company from sending Camp Bossy an American Girl catalogue every fifteen minutes.

The announcement on the Blogger Buzz blog had the mild mannered title An Important Note to FTP Users. To the bloggers who use Blogger FTP for their blogs, the news was more of a bombshell. Some bloggers reacted like Helen Barrett from E-Portfolios for Learning in Blogger discontinuing FTP support.

I always thought that I was pretty old when I had sex for the first time (19), but Alan Guttmacher Institute reports that I was completely average. It turns out that 70% of unmarried teens in American have sex by the time they are 19. (OK, fine I was on the older end of the spectrum, but whatever.) I waited, despite intense pressure from a boyfriend in high school, because I wasn't ready and I knew it. It was a good decision for me. Other girls may be ready earlier, and those are their decisions, too.