In my awkward prepubescent days, I went through a phase my friends have affectionately coined: The Milk Stage. You know how people say, ‘You are what you eat?’ I was a gallon of milk. I had just discovered the wonders of eating for comfort and I was very good at it. So much so, that my dad had… Continue reading Sriracha Avocado BLT Salad
It’s finally 2017. Wowie kazowie, 2016 was a hell of a year. I made ONE single post in this old thang, which is pretty disappointing, but so was a lot of this year. World events, politics, and the soap box that is social media continue to be real downers. Boy, am I grateful for the “Unfollow” button… Continue reading The first rule of dieting is: you ALWAYS talk about dieting.
I am cilantro lover and I don’t care who knows it. To all you freaks out there that say it tastes like soap: shut up. If you are one of those freaks, there’s a very good chance you’re genetically predisposed to dislike it, and you’re not just a picky eater. If this information comes as… Continue reading A summer spinach on salad.
8 days ago, I was confident that I’d come to this blog with a new found life skill and infinite wisdom to share with anyone I either forced to read this, or who was bored enough to open this link and read it (sucker). I accrued this new level of confidence when I walked into a… Continue reading Buffin Cakes, yeah, you heard that right.
A wise person once told me that the more colorful the food is that fills your plate and your mouth, the more likely it is that you’re making healthy food choices. That’s why I always eat my ice cream sundaes with sprinkles and my cake with funfetti frosting. There is actually a diet called, “The Color Diet,”… Continue reading Disclaimer: I did not trademark the Salandwichrito™. I’m just the dummy who found the special characters box in the WordPress toolbar.
I sat across the table from my best friend, about to devour inarguably the best deep dish pizza in Chicago (Pequods, FIGHT ME IF YOU DISAGREE) when she looked up at me and asked me if my food blog was dead. I winced a little, thinking back to the glory days, when I cooked then publicly documented my… Continue reading I’m baaaaaaaaaaaack. (Well, for now.)
As a douchey manager of mine once said [at a work meeting that included scenes from Braveheart and pizza], “You’re either on the bus, or you’re off the bus.” such deep. much philosophical. My point? ‘Tis finally time to hop back on the hypothetical blogging bus. It’s BBQ season. The most patriotic time of the year. Filled… Continue reading self proclaimed sauce boss.