Sriracha Avocado BLT Salad

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

Disclaimer: I did not trademark the Salandwichrito™. I’m just the dummy who found the special characters box in the WordPress toolbar.

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’m baaaaaaaaaaaack. (Well, for now.)

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.)

I’m probably single because I’ll never love a man as much as I love food.

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.