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My relationship with my body and with food is super fucked-up. I don’t like to eat in front of other people, for fear they will realize how gross and disgusting and unlovable I am.
Lately, I have been on a French food cooking spree. But one thing I don’t understand is: what do the French have against cinnamon?
I like candy far more than any adult should. Which is one reason I’m sad my child did not participate in Halloween this year. All my favorite candy choices make me sound like I am 90 years old, though.
I realize that it has been a while since I shared any recipes! I know that all two of you reading my blog have sorely missed this! I apologize for my oversight and will engage in self-flagellation posthaste.
My dad decided more than a year ago to start a vegan diet to help with symptoms of his Parkinson’s and Alzheimer's, but recently he has become what I call “flexitarian.”
While I was in Washington State visiting my mom and dad, I spent a lot of time hunting. For fruit, that is! Cherries and berries and bees, oh my.
I’m a little confused why Target feels the need to reassure us that their ice cream is frozen...
We took a day trip vacation to Fort Worth and beyond. We have several mini trips planned this summer because this might be the very last time that we get to do things like this with Jamie.
I have entered every single thing that I have eaten into an app for one thousand days now. That’s a lot of work.
A story in which I faked liking tomatoes to impress my boyfriend’s parents, and then discovered that I actually liked them for real.