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Under normal circumstances I'm calm and umm... perhaps disconnected (not sure it's the right word, but that's not remotely important). ANYWAYS, oh my foodness gracious I can' t wait to share this salad with you. And for you meat-and-potato guys out there, yeah you, I'm feeling pretty solid on this one. I mean, filled with crispy roasted… Continue reading Ain’t No Outrunning the Potato
Like everyone, I use filters. Oh how we adore them. We filter our lives through Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. It's fantastic - it's like Sephora, except not just for the female visage - it's for everyone's cyber avatar (which could arguably be a disturbingly independent, distinct identity from its owner). But filtering is more than selectively publishing life… Continue reading Caught
Get ready! Because you're about to be hit by a blizzard , no it's not winter anymore, I mean, explosion of recipes, all of which are vegan, super vibrant, fresh, and absolutely delicious! For those of you who are staying in touch via instagram (it's on the right-hand-side, just click and follow to stay up-to-plate… Continue reading A Bit of Spring Cleaning
Perks of knowing how to cook: a. eating $100 meals for under $16 b. grocery shopping is a piece of cake c. making fun of boneless-skinless chicken breasts d. good food magically happens e. people love you f. you love life g. afjsdk;oiveoih09/@""!!~ Perks of not knowing how to cook: a. all of the above**… Continue reading Plain Lucky
"Even shit sounds sexier in french." I totally abide that. No shame either. I don't know if it's the fact that the french language just forces out the sexy voice of whoever speaks it, or is it just the fact that the language is inherently elegant. My point is, it's sad, but most of us will… Continue reading It just creped into my mind
Winter is forcing me into a corner slowly. But it's not annoying or boring - almost as if it's challenging me. Its eyes, with the shimmer of an icicle dangling from the edge of a roof and its tip catching a bursting ray of sun shooting past, catches mine. In a sort of playful intimidation… Continue reading They were white, then yellow, and finally brown
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