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 […]
I swear I could put lime and cilantro on everything ever. You must feel like all you read on this blog is, “AND GARNISH WITH LOTS OF LIME AND CILANTRO OR ELSE YOU’LL GROW TWO HEADS AND HAVE ALLIGATOR SKIN BY MORN’.” You poor thing! I put it on tacos, in soups, on stir […]
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 […]
These bowls right here? The ones in this picture? Oh – they are pretty cute, aren’t they? (T.J.Maxx. I KNOW.) But it’s what’s in them that can move mountains. Part seas. Launch rockets. Birth baby eagles. Tame frizzy hair. Celine Dion better MOVE OVER because I’m about to write the hittest of all hit songs […]
What does bistro mean? Because in a coffee-induced hyper episode on Saturday, I deemed this week as BLOG BISTRO WEEK. And then realized I have no idea what that means. And that I was talking to air. But I do know that it’s one of those words that when you say more than thrice, it […]
PASTAAAA. Has it been a hundred billion 81 years since I’ve eaten pasta? I think it has. No wonder I got sick. And this pasta has ACTUAL REAL LIFE ARROWS on each plate. Like, totes cupid-style. Heeey-oh! Just don’t stab your lover and blame me for the “accident.” I already have too much on my […]
I have the best news ever! I’m sick. I blame my husband and whatever jerk or jerkette passed it along to him at work. Friday he came home complaining of sinus pressure and hints of fatigue and I was all, SISSY. But then I ran to the bathroom, rubbed echinacea powder and Robitussin all into […]
What up, Strogs? Strogy. The STROGSTER. Oh, hi! I’m just pretending it’s 1995 and totally legit to use these God-forsaken nicknames on my new most favoritest dish ever in my life. Did you know that “stroganoff” actually means “to eat your face off?” It does! And then in 1965 they shortened it to just “stroganoff […]
So, I’ve rearranged a few priorities in my life. Oh, no no – listening to Wilson Phillips on repeat is still at the top. As well as honing my breakdancing in a giant eggshell costume craft. I’ve not gone off the deep end or anything, YOU GUYS. I’ve just decided to braise things more often. […]
Okay so technically it’s, “Since June!” but we can pretend.* I’ve learned that you guys love food that involves spoons. Soupy food with a million spoons. And also forks. Foods that call for forks that wrap around silky noodles and sauces. And also foods that involve neither spoons nor forks, like pizza or sub sandwiches. […]
