well i mean, that’d work for just about any candy so i don’t know that it’s much of a defense. it is, however, making me want to fry ice cream later.

there is a sweet lady in the IT department at my office (hi joyce if you see this in my browsing history, ilu, plz don’t report me for occasionally browsing when i need a break from my spreadsheets) who loves her some walgreens points and graciously uses a lot of them to provide a constantly-stocked candy bowl for the…

i was honestly just thinking about this last night; i had leftover ham from sunday dinner so i made a baked pasta with cheese and said ham like my mom always did when i was a kid. the smell of it made me intensely nostalgic for childhood and it also made me remember and instantly crave what my mom would make every…

this looks delightful, thank you for a recipe to tip me into fall/winter soup season!

you, i like you.

that was honestly my favorite part about the whole damn thing- her employment was like a running background gag of jobs that are as far removed from ~glamour~ as possible. harvesting lettuce? a pencil store? landscaping? i think there was mention of packing jewelry in a warehouse too, i believe. like, we get it. you…

these look pretty close to the super fries i can get at one of several hole-in-the-wall joints around town. fries + carne asada, cheese, sour cream, pico de gallo, and guac = amazing, and one of the benefits of living in southern arizona. 

yep. i’ve definitely had a bout of food poisoning that kicked in within the hour. i hadn’t eaten anything else that day either, but about 45 minutes post-burger at a restaurant in a questionable vegas casino, i was gunning it for my room and its merciful toilet. 

i remember being so annoyed about the whole ~someone dies in titanic~ thing bc it was spoiled by one of the monthly teen magazines back when it hadn’t even come out yet. it said something along the lines of ‘and one of the pair goes down with the ship!’ and well, you kinda realize dude dies at the beginning bc lady is…

i took the day off after the 2016 election and naturally made a run to the total wine nearest my apartment. that parking lot was jam fucking packed at noon on a wednesday and that was really all i needed to see to know we were entering some dark damn times. 

i feel this. i kind of legitimately just discovered a couple months ago how much i love a vodka cranberry with selzter topping it off. it’s bubbly and refreshing and a bit more hydrating and i only figured it out at 37 years old. 

son of a bitch. i love fall, but for fuck’s sake, can we just enjoy the seasons when they show up? and maybe have a flavor, any flavor, other than pumpkin? maybe some maple or cinnamon or butterscotch?

...i see what you did there.

i love me some pickles. when i did keto, breadless sandwiches were definitely a major player for me and i still love them now even though i’m a dirty heretic who indulges in tortillas and potatoes - but good god, that’s just too damn much pickle. i’d rather do a lettuce wrap and throw some extra pickle slices in than…

yeah but we’re not used to it, so, pfffffffft. 

my condolences. though honestly, for my taste we haven’t seen enough rain to make up for this damn pants-sticking-to-thigh, paper-curling, crunch snack-softening swamp air. i’m not sure about phoenix but tucson is def going through more of a nonsoon than a monsoon. also, i feel like the stretch from new mexico to…

usually yes, but as i sit in my office in tucson, my iced coffee and water tumbler are sweating all over the place, every single person in my department has frizzy hair, and one girl can hardly breathe bc it’s so humid. monsoon season humidity and stickiness + 100-plus heat = fuck this place.

i support you. i am fully team flatties. luckily my partner is team drummies, so it works out. i think the meat on the flat section is just juicier and more delightful.

i legit just discovered munchos the other day at my local corner market because, well, i needed snacks. they were delicious and terrible at the same time and i tore through the bag during a couple-episode watch of master chef, and now i want more of them. dammit.

i can totally see why people like them. it’s refreshing and cold and bubbly, like many a beer, it’s lightly fruity but not as muted as a vodka and la croix (or seltzer of choice), they’re gluten-free (sneer if you want but when you live with someone who can’t eat gluten lest they spend the next two days on the toilet…