You know how they say we eat for our blood type? Well I’m pretty much convinced mine is A Pasta. Or wait. Maybe they say we SHOULD eat for our blood type. In that case I’m A Pasta Tacos Mushrooms Pizza Cheese Wine. But hold on. Now that I think about it, I think it’s […]
I know. IknowIknowIknowIknowIknow. What have I done. How could I even. What was I thinking. Who killed JR. These thoughts are most likely bouncin’ around noggin town right about now. And rightly so. Who do I even think I am taking one of life’s most well known prized and cherished historical food items on one […]
Okay so the only real thing vindaloo-y about this meal is the actual seasoning, but I’m a’ight with that. I like to think of this dish as my wingman. And it’s wearing some awesome Ray-Bans. Here we are, on the brink of what is about to be the barn door of belly poochapalooza. And I’m […]
Guess what mama brought to the party. Ew I don’t even know why I said that. Oh wait! Yes I do, I’m a nerd. Anyway, guess who has a 3rd dessert on her blog?! Meeee! Weeee! Yaaaay! Hooraaay! Confettiiii! But maybe pick it up after you’ve thrown it all on the floor? Especially if any […]
Last time I’ll eeeeeever ever ever ever ever mention Thanksgiving or turkey or taters or leftovers or gobble or gibble or gooble or geeble, I swear it! Not really though on the gobble through geeble part. Oh! Let’s start a jam band called Gobble Through Geeble. I’ll play banjo. And wear a hemp necklace. Have […]
Another Thanksgiving under the belt. Another muffin top above it, I MEAN RIGHT CAN I GET A WHATÂ . . . WHAT. One line in and I’m already screaming at you. I trust you all had a smashing holiday break! Get this, I closed my laptop on Wednesday afternoon and opened it y-e-s-t-e-r-d-a-y afternoon. Five […]
Twas the night before Thanksgiving when all through the mouths Salivation began pooling, eager to fill up the south. The turkey was brining in the fridge with care. In hopes that all family members, weirdos included, soon would be there. The stomach was nestled all snug in its space. Getting rest for what was about […]
Let’s face it. You totally have your Thanksgiving meal all planned out. Signed, sealed, delivered. Hook, line and sinker. (wait, what?) Rollin’ with the homies. (what does that . . . what?) Skip to my Lou. (I’m sorry, who’s Lou?) Cuz I’m bad. (no, no you’re not.) Buuuut just in case you don’t, and your […]
I’m actually kind of speechless. Except for the fact that I’m not. Ohhhhh, you guys I’m this close to losing the last of my one and a half marbles over these cheesy stacks of splendor and I want to use all caps so bad but I’m trying to be better about it but we all […]
Taaaaayell me you’ve heard of poppy seed chicken. Oh my gosh, my mom made it 45 billion umpteen bo bumpteen trillion times growing up, and just the name alone totally reminds me of weeknight homework, 30 minutes of Nintendo and Fresh Prince of Bel Air. It also reminds me of the local jail but I’m […]
