Guys, I'm getting weird. I mean, it's one thing to emotionally depend on her for my weekly dose of cathartic feminist rage, but I'm pretty sure cooking dinner based on Samantha Bee's old interviews is crossing a bridge into crazy stalker land. Like, if I asked someone where a recipe came from, and their answer was "an interview with my favorite comedian", I'd be pretty weirded out... but here I am, eating this thing for lunch again and using all my neighbor's kale.Read More
I've started a glossary of community vegetable-disaster terms. So far, it includes "squashpacolypse" (derived from an incident that involved cleaning rotten squash off saw blades) and "zucchini crisis", which just meant someone forgot to harvest zucchini before they went on vacation.Read More
Some things about which I have lately been wondering:
why didn't I listen to my father and learn to drive a stick shift car when I was a teenager?
how did this wax get in my hair?
where is my other fuzzy slipper bootie?
how good is this cauliflower thing, really?
As of 9:23 Monday morning, I am officially a hermit. So far I've moved all my shoes into my grandfather's closet (weird), eaten croutons dipped in salad dressing for lunch, and broken a glass jar trying to make iced tea. Fun fact: some things with handles should not be picked up by them. Lesson learned.Read More