I cook because I can't afford a therapist
you guys. i decided what to name my hypothetical cookbook. drumroll pleaseeeeeeee….. “recipes to cook when you don’t feel like cooking.” – amirightoramiright? would you read it? would you at least take it off the shelf? probably not because i’m the last person who actually goes to bookstores. but you know what i mean….peachesncream? essentially,…
hi. hey. yellow. how you been? whatcha been doing? i’m backkk. did you miss me? if you didn’t, just lie to my face and say you did and be jealous of my tan. i just got back from a weeklong vacation in mexico, and i’m still trying to ride that margarita infused wanderlust wave. though…
i’m going to do something i never do. in fact, i dont know that in the nearly three years since i found the gumpshen to start this happy place, have i ever done this before. i’m going to cut to the chase. because i’m worn out. i’m really sick of looking at a screen. because this…
tuesday, i’m so glad you’re here. monday was being a real monday, if you know what i mean. you know when you walk into starbucks and you look at the person in front of you and you just know they’re going to be that person? it’s like it’s their very first time ordering coffee. and…
baja. it’s taco tuesday. so baja! shouldn’t that be a thing? it’s just fun to say. bajaaaaa (don’t leave meeee). i’m sure there’s a really clever baja pun, but you know, you can’t get it all. do you ever obsess over something really small for no good reason? and you know it’s the most inane,…
strangers are strange. and their prevalence in my life is even stranger. i didn’t really have a lot of strangers in my life growing up. and definitely not a lot of strangers that i knew. knowwhatimean? let’s moonwalk back. i graduated with about 56 people in my senior class. i had gone to school there most…
happy indian summer, yo. i don’t know who declares it’s indian summer or what it even needs to be to be indian summer, but i’m saying it’s so. because this healthy fried fish recipe is like indian summer’s long lost soulmate and you shouldn’t keep them apart a minute longer. also, have you seen the sex and the city…
if ever i forget i’m single, my fish man will remind me. yes, i have a fish man. doesn’t everyone? i have a barista too. sarah. but that’s another story for another cosmo. scott is his name, my fish man. every sunday i wander up to to the fish counter and decide what i want…
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.
