I’m on my way to Chicago for no reason at all other than to hang out. How amazing is that?! I wish I could bottle up the feeling right before a trip. You’re running errands, packing, washing clothes, and while normally those are really lame things to do, it’s actually ultra fun when they’re for a vacation vs. normal life.
This salad has Memorial Day written all over it. It’s large format or whatever you want to call it. Basically, it’s a big-ass salad for hella ppl.
Do you have cherries yet? I feel like LA/California gets produce weeks (sometimes months!) before the rest of the country so it’s hard for me to gauge if this is a useful recipe or totally pointless. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Hello my cute, internet friends! Yesterday I got an email from a friend I went to college with telling me that she has a friend whose son is being teased a lot at school for liking to bake. And I thought, how odd! Don’t kids love cupcakes and sweet stuff?! What kind of world do we live in?! Monsters, I tell you.
It made me think about my own childhood…I’m pretty sure a lot of us were teased at one time or another, some more than others. One of my best friends was openly gay from the time he was 12, and growing up in the South, he had no friends at all. I remember when we became friends, in our first year of college, he told me I was his first friend. He was 18. I remember crying when he told me that.
Being teased can make you feel so isolated, so super awful and it can make your world feel like a terrible place to live in. We have such thin skin at that age–and even now I can still be pretty sensitive. I imagine, as a parent it puts you in a peculiar position, too, because what do you do? You can’t yell at a ten year old for being mean to your kid, though I’m not sure I’d be above this seeing as I’m a super CRAZY dog mother at the dog park.
I don’t consider myself an anti-social person but I despise talking on the phone. When my phone rings it’s like this thing goes off inside of me and I’m like. “AHH! Someone’s calling!” I usually press ignore. And then feel guilty about it. Except when it’s my mom. But that’s because I actually like talking to her for 2 hours about nothing – who else will listen to my rants, melt-downs, gossip?
I’ve been without a car for the last 24-hours (it’s in the shop – normal maintenance) and it’s forced me to explore delivery options. And man, the best thing ever invented is the whole online-delivery-option. No phone call required! No screaming over the phone trying to spell your name and address! No talking to people on the phone–it’s great. Life is good.
I ate 3/4 of a whole pizza to myself with a Mexican coke and a slice of this tart for dessert. Delivery cheap pizza with a fancy tart. The best Tuesday night ever.