I cook because I can't afford a therapist
you guys, i have a real problem. it’s gotten so bad that i actually can’t stand myself. i notice it happening allllll the time. what is wrong with me? why can’t i stop? ahhhhh i just did it again. is this what insanity feels like? should i see someone? i just <———— can’t stop doing…
i am about to embarrass myself < —– a total first. i’m not even fashionably late to this game, i’m a hop, skip and a however-far-away-donald-trump-should-stay-from-the-oval-office (and i’m a republican saying that < – – ) from being relevant right now. although, i will say – relevancy is a little overrated. as i’ve shown in…
it’s a pasta salad kind of day, or-zo i think so. i love it when you can squeeze in a good pun. i mentally fist pump myself every time it happens. it’s a pasta salad kind of week. it’s the 4th of july (and you know how much i just dread this week. every year….
fourth of july, part deux. i’m not going to tell you how many parts there will be. anyway, where were we? obviouzzly with the 4th, comes oodles of food and booze and booze. and what’s fun for me, is i get to cook for lots o’ people. and lots o’ family. which is awesome because…
i found it. you know that feeling? when you lose something you really really can’t lose? and your heart drops and your breath quickens and you start making deals with the universe if you could just find this one thing? like, i can spill quinoa every day for the rest of my life. and forget about…
quinwah. that’s how it should be spelled. if things were right in world and crocs were never invented and wine didn’t have calories. quinoa has established a pretty solid spot in my life, without me even realizing it. sneaky little thing. quinoa is like the guy you occasionally text when you’re feeling a little blue,…
if ever i forget i’m single, my fish man will remind me. yes, i have a fish man. doesn’t everyone? i have a barista too. sarah. but that’s another story for another cosmo. scott is his name, my fish man. every sunday i wander up to to the fish counter and decide what i want…
there are certain city things this indiana girl will never get used to. i went up to my family’s lake house this weekend, which is smaller than my hometown. every time i get off the highway, i pull over, put the roof of my car down and take the first deep breath in what always…
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.
