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.

self proclaimed sauce boss.

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.

Warning: this post contains nuts.

I’ve got balls on the brain. Yes, you read that correctly. Balls. I feel like there’s a stigma around edible ball-shaped objects. For obvious reasons, yes. So as a preemptive precaution, please watch this tasteful SNL skit to get the obvious ball jokes out of the way. I absolutely suck at waking up to an… Continue reading Warning: this post contains nuts.

I falafel about not doing this earlier.

Well I already failed the New Years resolution that was updating this beast twice a month. My excuses this month include: February is short, February sucks, I went on vacation, I was busy as fudge, and February sucks. Meh, I deem those ‘explanations’ all valid and forgivable. When I moved to Chicago a year ago,… Continue reading I falafel about not doing this earlier.

Man, I feel like a woman.

This winter has sucked. Don’t get me wrong, snow is beautiful. I like layers of clothing. I like hot soups and beverages. However, it’s been so cold, I don’t think I’ve had proper circulation to my toes in the last 48 hours and for that, I am grumpy. My standard catalyst for grumpiness-alleviation is food… Continue reading Man, I feel like a woman.

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

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.