When I was little, my Grammy would send us large mason jars of homemade applesauce around what I think were the holidays? You know, the homemade gifts made with love in typical Grandmotherly form. One of the best kind of gifts because well, it’s edible. As a kid, I would eat this applesauce by the… Continue reading Sassy. Saucy. Bossy.
I know, I know, I’m the absolute worst at updating this little project of mine. Good news though! I’ve still been cooking… just not documenting. So yeah, that’s good news, right? I’ve unofficially self-proclaimed this month as “Dine In December” meaning I am not going out to eat, buying fast food or anything along the… Continue reading I’m the modern day Julia Child with less experience, skill, and couth, but with more beers, sass, and F bombs.
In the last few weeks, I’ve anticipated fall best described as “like an awkward, giddy 6th grader waiting for a phone call from her new BF.” Literally though, if it were fall all year round, I would only be very mildly upset, which is actually really really happy. Trees, leaves, pumpkins, fires, layers–so many layers.… Continue reading Straight Hotdish Bro
I probably have no right to sound borderline nostalgic in my title considering I’ve only ever made two posts on this blog but I do what I want so there. I also can’t really make a valid excuse as to why I post so infrequently seeing as I haven’t taken a break from my intense love… Continue reading Dusting off the ol’ blog
It’s true, I don’t think I have the capacity to worry about a man as much as I worry about when breakfast, lunch and dinner will be consumed. Most call it fat, I call it primal. I’m pretty inconsistent. With everything. A procrastinator to (nearly) a fault; a fine example of everything you shouldn’t do… Continue reading I’m probably single because I’ll never love a man as much as I love food.
My first few posts are going to be me catching up with this time consuming idea I had (or may have been influenced by someone else’s idea, HEY AMELIA!!!!) to make some sort of food blog, or whatever it is I’m making. In all honesty, I’m a hot mess 97% of the time. This could end… Continue reading **WARNING: I’M NOT A “FOODIE”; I JUST LIKE TO EAT.**