I cook because I can't afford a therapist
i have had the best day. you know those days that are so cozy and relaxing that you wish you could bottle it up and take a teaspoon of it at a time when you really need it down the road? today is one of those days (i’m writing this on a sunday). i let…
So, Halloween. For me, it’s really just this annoying speed bump in between labor day and thanksgiving. I’ve never been a fan. Not even when I was little. I was always dressing up in ballet for this performance or that character, so to put on some costume wasn’t all that thrilling. But holidays are also…
let’s talk about the break-up. i mean, we’ve all been there. and all but maybe one relationship will end with one. if you’re one of those lucky people who manage to grasp that brass ring. tough love, folks coming at you today from sassy eats. but there’s a way to do it and a way…
I haven’t done one of these in a while. but it was so fun that one time. that’s always how a really bad idea starts. that’s how i ended up hiding in a friends neighbors garage in high school. (another story. another time). i mean you guys. the tears. the hyperventilating. the nudity. that lipstick….
this is me being totally timely. you’re welcome. for sending you this recipe a week after thanksgiving. when it will be at its most helpful to you. i look out for you like that. i just figured i’d be your first “look at what i made on thanksgiving post” since i know they were lacking from…
i’ve missed you. you. sitting right there. reading this. don’t you know how much? i’ve been away. i was in iceland (can we talk about the awesomeness of that) and then work went kind of insane and there was just no time. like had to wear granny panties for days because i didn’t have time…
how about them apples? you know i’ve been waiting to say that all day. oh and hey september – i’m sure we had a really good time but apparently i blacked out because i don’t know where the heck you went. you’re like a fling i met on spring break that just feels like a…
i have a fruitfly in my wine. or a gnat? i’m going fruitfly because i don’t trust things with silent letters. i see you there “g”- trying to make me look like a fool. which reminds me, everybody listen up. your = your. you’re = YOU ARE. if one more person misspells that, i’m going to…
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.
