I cook because I can't afford a therapist
as i rounded the corner at state street and burton, the familiar rustle of leaves beneath my feet could only mean one thing – fall is here. i was in boston for a few days last week and admiring the contrast between the bright changing leaves and the cobblestone streets. i’ll have to do 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…
i went to a psychic a couple of weeks ago. it was like, woah. but let’s share that story for another post. one where i’ve chugged a solid three glasses of wine before writing. which is like, every third post. plus the ones in between. can we talk about selfies for a minute? i see…
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.
