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

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.

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.)

Dusting off the ol’ blog

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

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.