I cook because I can't afford a therapist
i have had the best day. you know those days that are so cozy and relaxing that you wish you could bottle it up and take a teaspoon of it at a time when you really need it down the road? today is one of those days (i’m writing this on a sunday). i let…
let’s talk about the break-up. i mean, we’ve all been there. and all but maybe one relationship will end with one. if you’re one of those lucky people who manage to grasp that brass ring. tough love, folks coming at you today from sassy eats. but there’s a way to do it and a way…
yep, super timely i know. posting a 4th of july dessert 3 days after the 4th of july. what can i say? i aim to please. i had every intention of baking up this little guy last wednesday. but then we went slaloming. or someone wanted to go for a bike ride. or the girls…
guess who baked! i’m not all that great at it but it’s becoming more fun. although, i’m not even going to try to tell you that i created this little guy out of my own brain. although, when i decided i wanted to make this little gooey goodness, i knew i had to make it…
I haven’t done one of these in a while. but it was so fun that one time. that’s always how a really bad idea starts. that’s how i ended up hiding in a friends neighbors garage in high school. (another story. another time). i mean you guys. the tears. the hyperventilating. the nudity. that lipstick….
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…
i’m pretty sure this post will lock my singleness in for good. my sister and i were fighting over baby names today. because that should really be a priority in my life right now. but she stole my wedding song so i have to make sure my bases are covered. also, you can tell by…
i know what you’re thinking. you’ve seen something like these before. only they were prettier. and you’re right. which, i’m pretty sure people say about me so we’re kindred spirits. reese peanut butter cup s’mores bars. also. i wasn’t in my kitchen when i made these. and the lighting was all wrong. so stop judging…
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.
