The Girl Who Wanted To Eat Everything: A Memoir It’s that special time of year when all anyone talks about is holiday weight gain. It’s unfair really. We are inundated with all of these delicious treats and then are expected to make good choices? Who’s eating raw veggies while everyone is eating twice baked potatoes?…
Who here has ever felt personally victimized by Brie? It’s an intimidating cheese.
A magical thing happened this week… It was like a switch flipped to the upright, holiday position. You see, the ENTIRE month of November I was all Scrooge McDuck with better eyebrows and ba-hum- bugging out but I knew some holiday baking needed to commence so I forced myself. Adulting.
Isn’t it amazing how one day can change from the next? Walk with me. So let’s take Thursday for instance. I ate, umm, roughly enough to choke a competitive eater, drank to my usual limit (the bar is higher as I am single and therefore my tolerance is extra large) and I failed to hydrate…
Since the holiday week is upon us, I’m not going to bore all of you with my silly stories and ramblings. Instead, I will bore you with all of the foods I plan to make. Yay?
Who else loves a semi gooey cookie center? I know I can’t be the only one that despises dunking a dirt dry cookie into a tall glass of cashew milk and watching helplessly as it crumbles to the bottom of the cup. The horror.