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
Current status: stress vomiting like a house cat. I’m supposed to do this aerial showcase on saturday. My aerial…teacher, (Coach? Guru? Enchantress? Evil Siren?), Laura, keeps telling me I’m doing great, I’m ready, I’m good, it looks awesome. I think she’s falsely boosting my confidence just so I don’t start crying again. I don’t blame … Continue reading
defining moments Coming up with recipes and menus is often about defining a moment rather than a taste. Yes, I’m trying to make a dish that tastes good, but I’m also trying to distill the essence of a particular moment into a flavor – communicate the breadth of all the feels I have but am … Continue reading
root beer floats to lift a heavy heart In all my hippy belief that the universe will sort everything out, sometimes things happen that are inherently unfair. On the global scale of war, poverty, and disease to the personal injustices of death, hurt, loss, it’s hard to rationalize when bad things happen to good people. … Continue reading
genetic flaws, hair dye, and blondies My mother is amazing. I’m convinced she can pretty much do anything, from making my clothes to making me feel better. She has helped me navigate literary theory, piano scales, middle school, AP art class, cooking disasters, hair disasters, and the marketing materials I write daily. She ziplined … Continue reading
I have this friend. He is awesome. I met him almost 11 years ago and he somehow still surprises me with just how awesome he can be. Mostly, it’s linguistic. Word choice, for him, is always apt, and clever, and catches you just enough off guard that the tiny icicles on your heart fissure and … Continue reading
Disaronno & Ginger Ale Cupcakes My contribution to my house senior year of college was a bar. It flipped. It folded. It fit it the back of a VW Golf. I built it myself. Its awesomeness led to many happy hours called “cocktail” and expanded our horizons of what was consumably delicious. I think it … Continue reading
The Boozy Bakeshop 