I cook because I can't afford a therapist
The faces seemed too difficult, so bunnies got butts. Or well, technically tails. Basically, bunnies got back. How is it already easter? I swear it was just March 1st. And this is the time of year that usually drags on, especially as Chicago has a historically slow uptick on the whole spring thing and summer…
riddle me this one. it’s midtwenties in Chicago this morning, yet allergies are up my nose, out my eyes and making me feel like I’m flying over the cuckoos nest. touché, pollen. the upside is i’m more than #blessed by my coworkers 13 times a day when i sneeze. i was away on business the…
it’s like the middle child of meals. i would know, being a middle child. christmas and thanksgiving get all the glory. thanksgiving is totally the oldest child. she’s all pushy and bossy and she demands a plan and makes an entrance. christmas, well that’s the baby of the family. it goes on and on, with…
i’m going to start this post out by saying, it’s going to be less than thrilling. i’m experiencing a bout of writer’s block. i woke up reallyyyy early this morning to run. i know, who does that if they’re not being forced/chased/a bottle of sauvignon blanc isn’t just beyond their reach? so let’s talk about…
comcast watchathon week might as well have been crack cocaine. i’m now addicted even more shows. the newsroom – makes my journalism student heart flutter. the good wife? just badass. plus, you get to see mr. big again, how i’ve missed him so. anyway, i’m obsessed with those two shows. please tell me what other…
note, you can totally dye this for easter and you look like a genius. now back to regular scheduled programming. you guys. i am PUMPED. it’s warm out. patio furniture is being used. things are colorful again. chicago literally feels like the movie pleasantville. we’ve been living in black and white and suddenly life is…
let’s talk about that time i walked into a glass door while walking into a client meeting. and the client was sitting there. staring. with my whole team. probably in horror, but i couldn’t tell because i had just walked into a glass door. i wanted to melt into the floor/jump out the window. but…
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.
