I’m pretty sure I was supposed to be British. English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh, SOMETHING with a cool accent that makes me feel smart. I know this to be true because we’re in Downton Abbey overdrive and closing in on season two and things were so cray cray back then! I want to hear Lord Grantham […]
You know those birds I was talking about singing A Chorus Line on my back porch at 6am? They’ve now moved on to The Phantom of the Opera and I can’t decide if I owe them admission fees or a knuckle sandwich. Let’s talk about flatbread while I try to figure out these perplexities in […]
SPAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING IS HEEAAAAHHHH. Well, sort of. Technically it’s next week. But if you could sit next to me and witness this deafening performance of A CHORUS LINE being put on by 37,000 robins on my back porch at 6am, you’d agree. Spring is up in this piece. I’ve never said “up in this piece” […]
I’ve just made the greatest discovery of all time. Okay, not of ALL time because obviously the talents of Penny Marshall and Cindy Williams have long been bestowed upon us. But close! Let me just start from the very beginning. I’ve been mega mama craving some sort of lasagna roll up since always. I […]
Panini, panino. Plablini, plablino. Let’s call the whole thing off. Guess who’s late to the “getting the actual word right” party? Yeppers. But it’s not my fault! I couldn’t find a cab and it was raining and blah blah BLAH. I’m not kidding when I say that not even 200 days ago, I didn’t know […]
Something is happening to my brain. And it’s starting to scare me. It all started with the most devastating news ever ever ever. Whitney. When I found out, of course I spent the next 36.5 hours cradling my laptop, glued to YouTube, singing along through unruly sobs to I Will Always Love You. And things […]
I just don’t think life would be rightly fair if bistro week didn’t include ohhhh let’s see, ANOTHER pasta dish. Ya know, I’m going to really miss bistro week. I’m starting to get used to my mustache. Okay so bucatini. Have you ever had it? It’s like a thick spaghetti with a hole down the […]
So, as bistro week continues (the only real thing I learned about the meaning of “bistro” is that I need to grow a mustache for true authenticity. DONE. And gross.) we’re having steak and potatoes! By the way, bistro week did in fact start on Monday with Aaron’s pasta, and then on Tuesday with soup, […]
Husbands. Whatever. I love how I can spend 417 hours a day in the barrels of food obsession, wrestling multiple brain aneurysms trying to dream up the pimpest recipe combinations, researching every last cobwebby corner of the webs and magazine pages until I’m blue in the face for a single speck of inspiration for the […]
Some things in life just aren’t in my control. Things like death and taxes. Things like natural disasters, plagues and famine. Things like accidentally finding myself at Pryde’s foaming at the mouth over a football-shaped cookie cutter so that I can make ridiculous football pizzas in order to feel festive in my little life. Out […]
