In case any of you have ever harbored romantic notions about what it must be like to live with me, let this confirm that it would be terrible. I have weird hangups about the smell of damp towels. I require kitchen items to be meticulously placed in specific locations. I leave craft projects all over … Continue reading
Category Archives: brunch
everything in moderation (one-bowl breakfast cookies)
I like the science of nutrition, but I am not a follower of diet trends. For two months, I was doing some intense aerial training while simultaneously trying to rid myself of a lingering virus that made my joints feel like they were filled with toxic marshmallows. As a result, I had to think about … Continue reading
Sober Sunday: unicorns do exist
cold comfort, alpacas, and the ultimate muffin After a few dates, a friend of mine was totally smitten with an opera singer/rock climber/brilliant/radiant/intelligent/beautiful girl, and then understandably deflated when she upped and moved to China or something. Because I was full of shmushy love stuffs at the time, I told him, thems the breaks, but … Continue reading
Sober Sunday: karma in a cup
Chances are, if you ask me to do something, like help with a project, climb a tree, or show up somewhere regardless of the hour, I’ll say yes. Maybe because I subscribed to #YOLO before that was a thing or maybe I don’t want to suffer from #FOMO, before or after or even if that … Continue reading
Brunch: like a bunny in a top hat
Like actually in a top hat, not wearing one. As cute as that would be it wouldn’t really drive home my point which is that brunch is kind of magic. I don’t care what anyone says. Brunch is a really special event. As a kid, you don’t have brunch. You have sugar coated cereal before … Continue reading