A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
Y’all. I am thirty years old today. THIRTY! I cannot believe it. I don’t know where I was when this happened. Six months ago, I sat in the corner of a cozy, little pub telling one of my classmates that I was going to make a To Do list for myself before I enter my…
God, I don’t even know where to start. It’s my mother’s sixtieth birthday today. Thirty years ago at this time, she was about to pop. In fact, I stayed ten days late. Our birthdays were supposed to be five days apart. Finally, she decided to eat some fried chicken, to which I replied “PEACE!” After…
if what you want and need is pure and good, do not hear the ones who say you should not have it. already, there are so many expectations placed, and happiness cannot be contingent on certain criteria determined by those without your greatest good in mind. no one else decides your capacity for fulfillment. (or…
MAN, birthdays are just the best. You get to be around your favorite people, you get to plan fun things to do, and SOMETIMES, there are presents. Oh, and cake. For days. In fact, I can’t think of a single birthday I have had, ever, in which there has not been a trove of leftover…
Welp, it’s my birthday. More importantly, it’s my GOLDEN birthday. For those of you who are unfamiliar (and if you are, salutations! I wonder if we might get along, because for most of my life, I had no clue what on earth one of these was), a golden birthday is the one time in your…
