Butt {pork carnitas}
“Butt” was on the list of words we weren’t allowed to say growing up. We could say “bottom” or “fanny,” but “butt” was off-limits. We had to say things like “fluff” or “poot”… Continue reading
I’ve been away from the blog so long that WordPress redesigned some of the behind-the-scenes bits of this business and I’ve been sitting here trying to figure out how on earth I’m supposed… Continue reading
“Butt” was on the list of words we weren’t allowed to say growing up. We could say “bottom” or “fanny,” but “butt” was off-limits. We had to say things like “fluff” or “poot”… Continue reading
I wasn’t planning on blogging about this. I got a wild hair on Saturday and decided that my peaches were on the way from ripe to sad and that I needed to do… Continue reading
I love the internet. I am baffled sometimes at how marital spats and barroom arguments were settled in the past. What happened when you couldn’t just look up Brad Johnson on your phone… Continue reading
I didn’t used to like tomatoes. I’m not really sure why. I mean, why not? Early on, I decided arbitrarily to not like a lot of things (tomatoes, New Kids on the Block,… Continue reading
Around these parts, I’m known for a few things. I am the white girl who walks the pug around the block. I am the lady who gets into her car from the passenger’s… Continue reading