I cook because I can't afford a therapist
So I have this friend. I don’t know how much my parents pay her to feign interest in my shenanigans, but I do hope it’s a decent amount for my looney tunes. Anyway, this friend (who has never lived in a big city) – recently looks at me and goes, “can I ask you a…
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…
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…
“maybe we can sleep in, make you banana pancakes, pretend like it’s the weekend now….” everybody with me now! banana pancakes. jack johnson? i saw him in concert once. a gazillion years ago. because that’s how old i feel today. a gazillion years old. in a gazillion years old rut. i think it’s all the…
i want a nutella stuffed french toast kind of life. i made you dessert for breakfast (and took out all the calories, it was exhausting) so that gives me free reign to talk about all the feelings right? yesterday i woke up feeling like i couldn’t get it quite together, like something was off;…
does anyone still listen to the radio? i’m raising my hand. to my own question. does that make me like the zach morris of 2015? the radio, not raising my hand to my own question. can i be kelly kapowski at least? please don’t break-up with me. i don’t get to drive often, and when…
guys. i need to get a poker face. i need someone to teach me how to do one. and keep it all day long. it’s just been one of those weeks when i can’t seem to put the mask on. i just don’t want to. although in all fairness, i’m never really great at hiding…
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.
