After two long months, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. The one that was as long as it was dark and as terrifying as it was stressful. I’m almost certain I felt every emotion possible while racing through that tunnel and to say that I’m happy to see the light? Well, that would be the Understatement of the Year. It’s been a really (read: really really really really really) rough two months but I’m a firm believer that it’s the rough and gritty and ugly stuff that makes us who we are. You adapt. You hold steady. You shock yourself and wonder HOW THE HELL DID I DO THAT? And when you’re moments away from coming out on the other side – when you can finally see a world that is illuminated at the end of a path that could have easily gotten the best of you – you thank the stars. And then you run like a mad person toward the light.* Continue Reading
Well. It’s been a while. Almost-seven weeks a while (WAIT. Was it really that long?). And while part of me wants to apologize for taking such a long break from this space, a part of me is over here unapologetically celebrating the fact that I did. I needed it. To inhale and exhale and get things in order and move and unpack and scream and cry and adjust to what still – six weeks later – feels like a very foreign way of living.
We moved out of our condo in the park. Unpacked in a few days’ time. Jumped head first into renovating (after our last kitchen reno I was determined to bang out alllll the renovations ASAP) (painting, flooring, kitchen, etc.). Stuff with our little business venture got kicked into high gear. And then – in the midst of what I kept referring to as The Most Chaotic Period of my Life, Ever – I received news that hospice was coming to take care of my Opa. Continue Reading
I’ve been up since 5AM working on this post and – as of one minute ago – I deleted the entire thing (well, except for the recipe) because do you really want to waste five minutes of your precious morning reading about aquafaba and recent happenings with Alchemy (how I managed to make a connection there, I have no clue)? I went ahead and assumed the answer would be no, so.. instead of boring you with seemingly meaningless details about this recipe and my personal life, I’ve rounded up some of my favorite things on the WWW. Things that might make you hungry. Or make you laugh. Or make you blow your entire return from Uncle Sam. I also threw in a short life update because really good things are happening and I’ve been pretty terrible about keeping you guys in the loop (even though I’m almost certain that being “kept in the loop” is of no interest to anyone aside from my ma and pa) (HI GUYS).
I think I’ve told you guys precisely 1,319 times that I am not a good cook. I repeat: I AM NOT A GOOD COOK. I can bake a mean brownie and develop a cookie recipe that’s worth writing home about but when it comes to cooking there’s no denying one thing: I can be lazy AF. However – since we started meal planning earlier this year – I’ve been forced to not be lazy AF and make actual meals instead of throwing together some rice and bland vegetables and calling it dinner (I think we all can agree that the aforementioned “meal” is a pretty lousy thing to eat most nights of the week). Even worse? That approach to dinner almost always resulted in a lot of unnecessary snacking. And when I say a lot of unnecessary snacking I mean Thom would house three or four servings of peanut butter pretzels and I’d down more nut butter in one sitting than most people consume in a week. Continue Reading