I cook because I can't afford a therapist
Confession time. I was ravenous as I pulled this dish out of the oven and immediately after taking these photos (which were taken in very poor lighting), like in the time it took bachelor nick to kiss a girl on national television in front of the 24 other girls he’s dating, I forked into it….
you know what’s the worst…. …. <- – – that. what is that? is there something i need to read between the lines? ok queen passive aggressiva, slow your roll. or do you just not understand grammar so your “…” prevents you from using a colon when maybe you should be using a semicolon? even…
you know how tween girls go all haywire for justin beiber? you know how they get all sweaty, and want to scream, and fantasize about making sweet sweet things with him? i do that too. well, not with him. but with chefs. well and circa 1998, with n sync. i have a deep affection for…
i just don’t wanna. that’s been the phrase looping around and around in my head like “it’s a small world after all” does. it’s doing it now, isn’t it? i’m sorrry. don’t dump me. please, you’re my favorite. i made you dinner. or lunch. or dunch. or linner. we recently had this conversation in a meeting,…
i am just a bowl of fun today. about as much fun as a vacation to the dentist while you have bronchitis. which i did. yesterday. i know, (looking at all of you) i should have cancelled. but i already rescheduled once and i’m really big on dental hygiene. like you dont even wanna know….
i finally found summer. i had that moment that encapsulates the essence of it. i was on the front of the boat, the sun warming my skin that was still wet from skiing. i swear i could hear strawberry wine playing in the background. i went all namaste in that moment and found some zen….
can we just talk about how many times i’ve mooned michigan avenue? apparently, a lot. because it happened three times. today. there’s this spot on the corner of michigan ave where the lake is just within sight ahead of you that is responsible for chicago being called the windy city. it will marilyn monroe you…
summahhh. (i just watched a kid president clip where he said that and it was in my head. so i stole it. i robbed a child.) except not. i got back from the dominican republic last week and was slapped in the face with 55 degree drizzle. if that wasn’t the final buzzkill to reality,…
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.
