I cook because I can't afford a therapist
is it weird that i’m still avoiding a birthday that happened weeks ago? so typically i write a letter to myself about the previous year. i know it’s a little weird but i think it’s cool to look back and remember what the year gave you. the good, the bad, the people, the ugly, the…
mercury is killing me. i just slipped on my badonkadonk in the bathroom, apparently the floor was slippery. i just sat there for a minute, and a girl walked out of the stall and looked at me like i had just told her donald trump might be our president. but it was just one of…
i’m awfully glad to see you. you, that’s reading this post. i’m glad you’re here and i’m here and we’re together right now reading this. well, i’m writing it but you know what i mean. i’m glad i’m here writing to you instead of still battling the monday battles that were relentless today. amiright?…
well, hello octobah. fancy seeing you here. and these steeellll cut oatsss. this little dish makes me feel like i need to be in flannel and chewing on a piece of straw. around a bonfire. with gourds. the basic things, as the kids say these days. they’re “on fleek.” <— do the quotes show my…
Megan is a 20 something girl living in chicago who loves cooking, food and entertaining - with a glass of wine and a fierce opinion. always looking for the next foodgasm.
