It’s a funny thing.
You get asked to do something awesome like taking pictures for a well-known web magazine, and you’re on top of the world. This is so.totally.cool.
Forty-eight hours and three meltdowns later, you’ve dumped all your self-confidence into ten casseroles. More accurately, ten photos. Ten. Stinkin. JPEGs.
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Awwhhh snap.
These are gooooood.
Like, chocolate-on-caramel, ate-5-before-dinner, don’t-need-no-Valentine sort of good.
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I smell like an onion. I have raw duck breasts sitting in my refrigerator. And I just found a piece of parsley stuck to the bottom of my foot. Who am I right now?
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Hailo.
I have a few exciting things to share with you today, because it’s Friday and things should be exciting on Friday. Read more…
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Chicken Noodle Soup meets Mac n’ Cheese.
Have you ever asked yourself what that would be like?
I know someone who did ask herself that very question one night while getting ready for bed, because, I don’t know, she likes to think about food at night when she gets ready for bed, okay?
And less than 24 hours later that same someone had slurped every last noodle out of the cheesy pan. I’m serious. This girl means business.
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Indian food (read: take out) is at the tippy top of the food chain around this house. We affectionately call it the “leak” in our bank account. Well, one of the leaks. Part of our cutting-back-on-Indian-food spending plan is that I need to learn how to make Indian food, stat.
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