Sike.
Do you people hate brussels sprouts too? I HATED them growing up, and now, when I make them, I have to be pretty careful to cook them in a way that doesn’t in any way yield a mushy consistency, because then I revert to being a 5 (fine, 8) year old and want to chew my food and stick bits of it under my chair cushion to avoid having to swallow it.
Not kidding.
Wish I was.
(sorry, Mama)




As you may have seen, yesterday I offered my idea for a super duper easy and healthy and light and delicious and wonderful 
I am now officially a homeowner and it’s a little scary. I am 31 and have rented my entire life. If I nailed something in the wall, scratched a door jam, or scuffed up the floor I always told myself, “Screw it, you don’t own it.” I now own it and it is starting to give me small anxiety attacks.
