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…

Reverse Psychology

Welp.. not much has changed around here. Meaning I’m still pregnant. Extremely, actually. 40 weeks to be exact. All of my complaining and whining and making deals with the universe to become a better person has not resulted in the delivery of my baby, and here I sit still gestating my giant son. Before you…

Pork Tenderloin and Mushroom Risotto with Fancy Carrot Puree

  God I’m bored. If you’ve been made aware of the current situation that is my life, you know I’m unable to work right now, which means most of my day is spent eating, digesting until I can eat again, reading baby books, nagging spouse to read said books, and doing half-assed workouts to maintain…

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…

Eat It, Morimoto: my Miso Black Cod

(Seriously, Chef Morimoto, kind sir, you are a God amongst us mere mortals and I bow to your crazy delicious skills and would also like to cuddle you because you look like a nice Japanese teddy bear)   Yeah, yeah, I’m a jerk for neglecting the blog. Insert lots of excuses and whining and a…

The Fish to my Taco

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…

Steelhead with Roasted Beets

I’m feeling guilty again. It might be the fact that a Big Mac fell in my mouth around 2am last night. Or that I ate the french onion dip I was supposed to be saving for that party I’m throwing, in my car on my way home from the store. Or that I went to…