a little food blog
These past few days I worked to update some old blog posts, and you guys, I've said this before but I'll say it again: what a bunch of garbage. Seriously, for any of you who have checked in on this space since the beginning, thank you. Because that entire first year...whoo boy, not so good. You live. You learn. You keep going or you stop. I often want to stop but I keep going anyway. Sometimes that "keep going" part can feel like you are not really getting anywhere. Or sheer wonder how you ...
Taste is subjective. I once enjoyed a cocktail that I absolutely loved, but my friend proclaimed it tasted like cough syrup after just one sip. I think she may have even gagged a little, mentioning something about Robitussin as she tried to choke it down. I was reminded of the wide spectrum of our likes and dislikes as I enjoyed some wine with friends over the weekend. Some of us loved wines that others would have ejected into a spittoon if we had one, and vice-versa. So, I suppose you should ...
I did not know what I was going to write when I sat down tonight. Usually, I have some nonsense in mind that I can start to type out until a thread of coherent or interesting thought appears. Tonight I was just like, well, I could start tapping out letters and see if they make a word? The irony of this is I listened to a podcast this morning about the debate among writers if writer's block exists. I was firmly in the “does not exist” camp. I think there are stretches of time when you are more ...
People change. I never really understood that. Obviously, people grow and mature, but actually change? I was never so sure. Maybe you take up a new hobby or make a career change or find yourself living in a new city, but those are circumstances. You are who you are, right? Then, a few weeks ago, I found myself ready for summer to end and fall to begin for the first time in my life. I start wishing it were summer on January 2, so the fact that I am ready to wish my favorite season a fond farewell ...
The other night at dinner, a friend mentioned the new "Fab-let-ics" store was opening at the mall soon. When I inquired just what that was, I learned it was Kate Hudson's athletic wear line. The one I had gone around calling "Fable-tics". This is not the first time I've misinterpreted something oh, so poorly. When I first started learning how to care for my skin as an adolescent, I asked my mom about the "Clin-i-cue" she used. She didn't laugh too hard when she told me she used "Cli-neek". And ...
If my free time were an abundant resource, maybe I wouldn't feel like I should be doing something productive all the time. I would never call myself a workaholic, but I definitely always feel like I should be working towards something. I think this feeling comes from a place of scarcity. If I don't work for myself in my free time, then I'm never going to make enough money to get ahead. If I don't carve out time to write every day, then I'm never going to write a book. If I don't exercise every ...
