The morning of Thanksgiving I stumbled upon an article on domino titled Eat This Before You Eat Your Thanksgiving Feast. Did you read it? Did the advice the article was dishing out make you as angry as it made me? Listen, I’m all about eating mindfully and making better food choices but a woman (and registered dietician) featured in the article suggested we eat before the big meal so we’re not as tempted to make poor food choices, wear form-fitting clothing so that we’re physically unable to comfortably overeat (she claims “nothing feels worse than when you eat so much you have to unbutton a button or loosen your belt” but she obviously has no idea what she’s talking about because unbuttoning your pants after a big holiday meal is one of the greatest feelings EVER), and carry a clutch so we have one less hand available for reaching, grabbing, etc. Not surprisingly, I read that article with my mouth wide open thinking how sad it is that someone gave this woman a platform to spew her nonsense. Continue Reading
Guys! It’s here. The coconut milk + coconut cream post I’ve been talking about for the better half of this year. What started out as a quest to find a can of coconut milk that didn’t completely suck turned into a bunch of late-night experiments – one of which resulted in me figuring out how to salvage a bad can of coconut milk (well, only if that can of coconut milk is one of my go-to brands) – and me realizing the canned coconut stuff isn’t talked about nearly as much as it should be, especially considering how finicky it is. So basically I’m here to divulge more information about coconut milk/cream than anyone ever needed or wanted to know. And in the process I’m going to help ensure shitty cans of coconut milk (and cream) are a thing of the past. Continue Reading
It’s been a while since I’ve been up at 4AM to write a blog post but here I am, bleary-eyed and un-caffeinated – squished between Thom and the very edge of our bed – and kinda/sorta wishing I was still asleep. In the old days (HA), I used to wake up at 4AM on the regular and now I can’t remember the last time I was up this early.. and I feel really good about that because starting the day at 4AM is totally fucking insane, you guys. Continue Reading
If it wasn’t clear from my old radiator shelfie lined with coffee-making devices, I like coffee. A lot. So much that I drink two or three big mugs of it a day. At one point I tried reducing my coffee intake (you might remember this) but I quickly realized that I feel pretty miserable when I don’t start my day with copious amounts of coffee (and then Thom informed me that I’m also a miserable person to be around when I’m trying to lay off the coffees). Thankfully, a switch flipped and I realized coffee wasn’t entirely to blame – it was the fact that I would drink three mugs of the stuff on an empty stomach. One mug on an empty stomach? Ok. Three? Not a good idea. For anyone. Ever.