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oh lawds, memories. in my senior year of college, my mother -whom i love very much but is a product of her upbringing, aka my grandma who grew up when the 1200 calorie thing was the ideal- suggested i go on atkins. i made it about three days before my roommates couldn’t take it anymore and one of them came into my

i don’t remember when they got it, but my parents had a gigantic GE microwave that must have arrived sometime in 1984 or 1985. it was just always there, in my estimation. it lived in the lone little patch of countertop next to the fridge that honestly seemed to have specifically been designed to house a microwave so

my mom cooked turkey bacon in the microwave, never regular, and i distinctly remember the sloping tray with the grease trap in the bottom that she made that stuff on. honestly, i didn’t know you could (and should) cook bacon (real bacon, not made out of turkey) on the stovetop until i slept over at a friend’s house

honestly, same. i think about some of the pissy bitch things i did in college and my early twenties when for one reason or another i felt like life was ~unfair~, and for the most part social media wasn’t a thing yet so it wasn’t on display for however many people to see. i was an asshole and i didn’t even have money

as a girl scout for ten years, i’ve gotta chime in here - not necessarily true! in junior high, my cadet troop saved up for two years to take a trip to one of the girl scout world centers so that we could a) get some world travel and b) do humanitarian work while we were there, and it took cookie sales as well as car

...i’ve legit had a box of butternut squash soup (not tj’s, but, eh) in my pantry for months that i haven’t felt like using. i got goat cheese on a whim last time i was at the grocery store, and just froze a half pound of sausage bc with two people in my house, we don’t need to make a recipe using a whole pound. i may

if subway hadn’t discontinued rotisserie chicken, i’d definitely try one of these. unfortunately, aside from the tuna (which i question in general bc how long is that sitting out?) it was really the only protein from them i liked, and i’m not paying however much they’re gonna ask for a bowl full of chopped ham. 

there was one of those in my hometown, man i loved it as a kid. mostly because the hot cocoa they served had approximately six-inch tall heaps of whipped cream on top, equally as tall as the mugs they came in. this just unlocked a cherished memory for sure.

cauliflower as a substitution for anything has always seemed exhausting and disappointing to me. i was thinking the entire time i read this that the easiest way to keep whole30/keto/whatever compliant is just to add fajita veggies in lieu of rice or beans, and, well, there it is right at the end. i was a little keto

honestly, my rule for the garbage disposal is this: if you can’t chew it, don’t put it down the disposal. my aunt killed my parents’ by putting celery string down it, and i accidentally twice gummed up one in the first apartment i lived in after getting married with the aforementioned potato skins. the only thing i

oh lawds, i can’t imagine this place would even be left standing after 100+ years. my landlord is a total skeeze but tbh, my previous landlord (at a supposedly reputable apartment group) stole my final months’ rent and took me to court over supposedly not paying it, so i was in a bind and had to go with a place that

same. my apartment building doesn’t have disposals but damned if the plumbing doesn’t back up regularly because half the people who live here are inept and just put whatever they want down the drain. i got one of these at the dollar store, and the set includes a big one for the kitchen sink and a small one for the

i love my cast iron skillet. have i been known to accidentally abuse it by letting it get near water and forgetting about it while eating dinner? yes. have i perchance enjoyed salt scrubbing to the point where i debrided both my hands’ top five layers of skin and possibly undone some seasoning on said pan? also

if vanilla is done right, it is downright glorious. i trust jeni’s is obviously doing it right, as it was one of the bright spots of spending a year in columbus OH, but honestly, their packaged stuff doesn’t taste as good as in-store, and this wishy-washiness is kind of annoying. then again i’m a broke bitch and not

i hear you - i thought the same thing when i was going through the rigamaroll. turns out that it really does make a difference though; i’ve had a urologist since i was 19 and i’m 38 now, and every single one has told me to stick to a low-acid diet. i’ve been lucky enough to have been in remission for the past near-ten

one of the bonuses of living in southern AZ - mexican candies are at every checkout counter of pretty much every store, and it’s amazing. i love the de la rosa so much, but i have to make sure i’m wearing something i don’t mind getting sugary crumbles alllll over. 

just gotta be that person and drop this here- if you feel like you’re dealing with chronic UTI’s, like, just more than a person should have to deal with bc life is stupid and unfair, and you’re drinking a lot of cranberry juice, you may not be having UTI’s at all but Interstitial Cystitis, or IC for short (also called

excuse me sir but don’t extend your no-antibiotics-ever ethos to me from your meat case, thank you very much.

oh dang, this was definitely a special occasion treat that came out of grandma’s freezer for thanksgiving or easter. going to her house was incredibly boring for my brother and myself since she lived in a retirement community with nothing kid-friendly, but the sugar rush of the vienetta was worth it. 

i grew up with it, so i enjoy it and still eat it to this day. i don’t put it on omelettes or fried eggs (unless said fried egg is on a burger or breakfast sandwich) but on scramblies, it’s delightful.