One of my favorite places ever is the bulk section of a natural foods store.
This time last year, I was planning a trip to Hawaii.
Two of my good friends have birthdays a day apart, so last year I decided to make them a large two-flavor cake with “Happy Birthay” written in big letters on top.
There are a lot of annoying little logistics that have to be taken care of when one relocates across the country.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand those who aren’t “breakfast people.”
Growing up, I ate in more restaurants than any kid I’ve ever known.
My major as an undergraduate was music history.
There are some cultures that believe food preferences reflect one’s personality.
Someone needs to explain to me how the term “low fat” somehow became synonymous with “healthy.”
Have you ever read a word to yourself, only to say it out loud in conversation at a later date and realize you’d been hearing it incorrectly in your head for an indefinite amount of time?