If there’s one internet meme you bother to learn about in your entire life, make it doge. You know, that inexplicably hilarious shiba inu whose face has been plastered on image macro after image macro and has even become the meme of 2014, according to the prestigious publication that is Buzzfeed. The meme through which all of life can and should be interpreted. The meme to end all memes.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Writing this post is giving me a lot of feels.
You know red velvet? That not-quite-vanilla, not-quite-chocolate cake flavor filled with red 40 and often topped with cream cheese frosting? That other pet poodle of the food blog world which can be and has been added to everything from brownies to blondies to cookies to cheesecakes to pies to ungodly cool whip-cream cheese-cake mix shitdips to heaven knows what else?
Friday, August 15, 2014
Anyway. That was wild, wasn’t it? Making a totally squash-free—even *gasp* gluten-free—blueberry crisp? Ah yes. It’s good to be adventurous.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
My mother is not one to make exotic vegan or gluten-free foods, nor does she appreciate me substituting butter for coconut oil and such things (for whatever reason). So imagine my surprise when one day, I amble into the kitchen to find a bag of brand-spanking-new coconut flour sitting on the counter.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
In a perfect world, Baby June wouldn’t have to slave for hours over her laptop struggling to overcome creative constipation and googling how to write fight scenes because to be honest, she has not been in a fistfight in her life and she’s not really sure how she feels about that since it is now such a crucial thing to know for this goddamn story.
Monday, August 11, 2014
Do you listen to pop radio? I certainly do. I’m no music connoisseur (aside from the heaps of classical pieces I’ve learned over the years), and while I do think that I have excellent taste (like every other person in the world) I am not above the Top 40 and such things.
Lately, I’ve been struck by more than a few songs playing on the “kids these days” stations. For example:
Sunday, August 10, 2014
I hate cookie butter.
There. I said it. I hate peanut butter’s sexier, slightly fatter older sister, the pet poodle of the food blog world and dessert lovers everywhere, the “personal crack” of at least five million Trader Joe’s-shopping, Biscoff-toting speculoos addicts around the world. Bite me.