Wild Love

Hellooooooooooo! It’s been awhile. I know. But I have a really good excuse. Eventually (this is shocking), I stopped being so pregnant and gave birth to a glorious little spitfire named Wilder. I will spare you my birth story because a. that shit is weird, b. I don’t want you to lose your appetite, and…

Pregnant As F

First of all, this post isn’t food-related. Maybe I’ll give you a recipe at the end if I feel like it, but I’m not making any promises, and if you don’t like my mood already, I suggest you stop reading now and revisit sometime in 2016. Why? Because I’m pregnant and at the point of…

FISH TACOS!!!

Fair warning: there’s gonna be a lot of bragging in this post. Also: I realize I do a lot of bragging as it is but you know what, live with it. So we’ve established that I am not outdoorsy. I do not sleep in tents. I don’t crouch in dirt to pee unless I’m intoxicated…