By the time Sunday rolls around, I’m less motivated to do much at all. I have spent most of my week running to and fro and Sunday is the only day in which I surrender to the sweet embrace of hedonism. I do what I want, when I want. Or – at least I try not to drown in my long, running, mental to-do list. Continue reading
Amidst the daily flurry of duties and obligations – there is a breath. A single breath, one which I remember to take and suddenly my own consciousness comes back to me. Some days I move completely on auto-pilot. I go through my motions and forget that though meaning doesn’t have to fill my every action, it does happen to fill most. Continue reading
When a friend grants you with a bit of a generosity via a food gift – you don’t question it. You revel in it, drown yourself in, dance with it, and most definitely eat it. Continue reading
Friends, I get the impression that some of you look at vegetables and you think that nothing about them could ever be filling at satisfying.
Well, you’re wrong. And I assert that as politely and with love as I am able. Continue reading
I’ve had a few revelations this past week. They were momentous. Continue reading
Don’t roll your eyes.
Don’t do it.
All pumpkin pie things are godly. Continue reading
For real, guys.
Ring the alarm. This recipe is intense. It might actually blow your mind. Continue reading