Yeeeeeeeeeeeees I’m posting pizza again. Surpriiiiiise, surpriiiiise. Speaking OF, when I was little, I used to think the word was “suprise,” with no r, and one day I wrote “suprise” on a birthday card or something, and my mom was like, “Bev, it’s ‘suRprise’ with an r.” And I was like, “suRprise? SuRPRISE? That makes […]
What, it’s totally in vogue to post soup in the middle of May, didn’t you know? Actually, I made this lentil soup last week when Mother Nature was on a roll at the slot machines, and Old Man Winter went behind her back and played a risky little game with the rest of us at […]
Oooooookay. S’bout to get real up in her. I know it’s technically my job or whatever to bring you recipes that you can fully trust! That you can count on with all your heart! That help make you believe you can fly! But. I need help today. I need help in a major way. (I […]
These. It would be ridiculous for me to attempt to put into human words just how monumentally delicious these crostini are. Just imagine yourself on the kitchen floor, in a puddle of your own drool mixed with a little honey, body limp, mind numb, and a trail of expletives escaping your lips. Got that? NO […]
I don’t know about you, but my fancy is like, way tickled with all these appetizers this week. And we’re not done yet, my sweet pookie bears! (I’m sorry. I’m going through some things. Just . . . let me.) I’m posting something summery and grilly and dipperydoo today to help my heart come to […]
Disclaimer alert: This dish is obnoxiously healthy. Proceed at your own risk. I’ve been known to be somewhat of a disclaimer queen in my day. “These dusty baseboards are not my fault! It’s like the freaking Dust Bowl part 2 out there.” “I tried to vacuum Charlie’s hair off those pillows but homegirl just gets […]
I have some slightly bodacious news. No, no. I did wash my hair this weekend, but that’s not it. I don’t want to give anything away just yet, but I’ll tell you what it rhymes with. This is so exciting. Okay here goes: Lime mowing shoe fly Smev Rooks slrizeo priss Cliway. Gosh, you guys. […]
Is it too late to declare this “GRAIN WEEK FOR THE SOUL?” How ’bout for the pancreas? Just kidding. I just realized with Sylvia on Monday and the quinoa biz yesterday and now THIS? All these mofo grainz, boyyyyy. By the time Friday gets here though I’ll have to call it “OPPOSITE OF GRAIN WEEK […]
To avoid any confusion on the spelling of the weirdotron word “bulgur”, I’m going to refer to these sliders as Sylvia. Because honestly, why is it such a pain to spell? Bulgur, bulgar, bulghur, burghul, bullhonkylonky. This is why Sylvia clearly makes sense. What I’m trying to say is, I made something vegan! And I […]
Taste the rainbow? Wait, don’t sue me! Actually, let me try to come up with my own new colorful, healthy slogan, eh!? Okay, here goes: “Taste all that color, chach mcgrach.” Ehhh, boring. “It’s like eating crayons, but not as waxy.” Why do I kind of like that? “Because sweating in Hypercolor is sexy.” […]
