There are days where my dogs wake me up too early and my cat sleeps on my chest and I feel like I’m suffocating in fur.
There are work shifts where I feel like every single person needs a piece of me.They take their piece by dislocating each limb and walking away with it like trophy that was owed to them.
There are nights where if you ask me to cook, I will burst into tears and sink to the ground in a slump. My body will transform into a huddled bit of flesh, slowly melting into the carpet and mingling with all the animal hair that I need to vacuum.
It is socially acceptable to guzzle obscene amounts of ice cream. The smell of the chlorinated pool water is a constant air-freshener, there are salty, curly tresses after swimming in the ocean, long hikes with the dogs, and deep naps after a day of sunshine.
The food changes too. There are berries, green vegetables, and so much sweet corn. All the corn. I know this post is also supposed to be about fish but….I could eat corn all day long. Corn on the cob, corn bread, corn muffins, corn fritters, hush puppies, creamed corn – oh lawdy. Continue reading →
It discussed basically that humans will be humans. No one can reasonably expect another person to not annoy them, make mistakes, lose intimacy from time to time and all the other issues that marriage comes with that they don’t talk about in your average Nicholas Sparks movie.
In my life, my food obsession is synonymous with entertaining. As someone who works three jobs, tends to our lovely animals, and attempts to have a social life – entertaining with food can be overwhelming, exhausting, and downright hectic at times. However, regardless of how much money I spend, all the energy I exert, and the countless hours I use up concocting new meals to try on loved ones – the practice is therapeutic somehow.