A summer spinach on salad.

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.

Wrap it up

I have to be honest, I haven’t been home enough lately to bother doing any legitimate meal prep (yes, I know, excuses are like armpits and they stink). For this post, we are going to take a little trip in my hypothetical time machine to a nicer, warmer, more kitchen-filled time. Speaking of le kitchen,… Continue reading Wrap it up

New Years Resolution: Engaged!

Oh gawd, I didn’t even think about it until after I named this post that someone might read JUST the title and assume that I am engaged and/or trying to achieve that. All I can say is no. Just, NO. Blasphemy. Ha, on second thought though, I don’t think anyone would assume that of me. Sooooo… Continue reading New Years Resolution: Engaged!

Sassy. Saucy. Bossy.

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’m the modern day Julia Child with less experience, skill, and couth, but with more beers, sass, and F bombs.

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.

Straight Hotdish Bro

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’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.