Devouring life, one bite at a time
Sometimes I wish I could buy a magazine company just so my friend, Daisy, could organize all the shoots, spreads, creative content and distribution of it. She just makes everything pretty. To kickoff an especially great weekend, she hosted a gal party at the pond …
When you’re in college, there is nothing less appealing than relatives trying to pawn off their housewares onto you, especially when they’re family heirlooms from aging relatives. It’s not that I didn’t appreciate my Uncle Clarence thinking of me. It was more of a what …
For my first time, I went the classic route and got cherry, though I’m more of an apple pie kind of girl. I had always thought these things had a shelf life of years, so it was a surprise to see a sell-by date (of less than 2 weeks from the purchase)!
Was it supposed to be eaten warm or cold? Served with a glass of milk or a nightcap? I needed more advice.
According to Mitch, everyone does something different, but her routine was to have it for breakfast, cold (she was very specific about that), and with a cup of hot tea. So I did.
Surprisingly satisfying! Especially because I’m in a fragile state while I heal, it felt nice to cross something off a list while I am so physically limited (I’d love to eat all hundred for my 35 by 35, but the fugu and kaolin are going to be tall orders to fill).
And now I feel like I accomplished something this week!