This was starred because I know her and, yes, she is. :)

Congrats! I’m starting a new position on Monday for a company that rhymes with Bowl Dudes. :) I’ll be the manager of my department which is simultaneously exciting and scary. If you (or anyone else) have words of inspo for being the boss lady, I’m all ears!

I... like this? I’m sorry, I think it’s funny. I call my dog “dogger.”

Yeah, it was in and out pretty quickly. :(

For real. Fucking Sartori? 20 crap additives to the same base recipe? Pass.  

It’s a sweet gig. :)

Their 20 year will change your life.

Most of my friends would tell you that I’ve never struggled with disordered eating. I have, for years.

But (s)he can sure as hell try!

I read this article thinking, “not my Macy’s on Lake!”

Kristi is #1 skate bae forever.

(Judges you.)

The Sherman Oaks Gyu-kaku? Ugh, how embarrassing. At least go to the one in Beverly Hills.

The aging requirement is actually 60 days, not 6 months. Thank god. :)

Correct, Canada does allow soft-ripened raw milk cheeses.

You won’t ever see an unpasteurized Brie (see the FDA’s 60 day rule), but there are some fairly widely available raw milk blue cheeses, like offerings from Rogue River and Point Reyes dairies.

In the US, not a significant amount and literally no soft-ripened cheese. The FDA prohibits the sale of raw milk cheeses aged less than 60 days, which means all bries, camemberts, chevres and other soft cheeses are safe, from a pasteurization stand point.

I have a heart condition that sometimes causes me to blackout, but I usually have enough time to make it to a chair. One time, I was waiting in line for breadsticks in my college dining hall and I felt it starting but I knew that if I got out of line it would be another 10+ minutes for those hot ‘sticks. So I opted…

All my Barbies did was cook and eat. I had an extensive collection of Barbie food (the turkey was one of my favorites) and I also stole from my friends on the reg. Nothing like pocketing a tiny fake apple when your friend’s not watching. I didn’t grow up to be a kleptomaniac but I do work with food so. 

My friend called her cattle rancher Grandpa “Moo.” I always loved that.