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I hate following the rules. And not in a fun, rebellious jumping off of buildings way. In a lazy, entitled, “I don’t think that applies to me” way. I once worked somewhere that asked that we don’t wear jeans on the job. I reasoned that this couldn’t apply to me because the outfits I put…… Continue reading Rules to Follow
So many of the recipes I’d like to make involve two things: cheesecloth, and parchment paper. I have never dared to look for these things at the store. I always thought they were for fancy people.
One thing I inherited from my Grandma is my ability to feed people when money is tight. My meals may not always look pretty, but I will look through the cupboard and figure out a way to fill our bellies.
I don’t know what I’m doing. That feels like such a charming sentiment lately. People love talking about “adulting” and the various ways they’re bad at it. I think we’d all rather have our successes look like happy accidents so that no one knows we were even trying in the first place. I’d love it…… Continue reading On Grief, and Peanut Butter.