Things never turn out quite how you imagine them. I try to remember this whenever I find myself setting up expectations. Whether it’s a new trip, or an event, or meeting a new person, I’ve always created some sort of script in my head for how things will play out. Often, it’s a recipe for…
I love cake. More than anything in the world, really (with one glaring exception). I am obsessed with it, in a way that few people will understand. Occasionally, I will rifle through old pictures, and find photos of cakes I made long ago. I remember them fondly, like old lovers. I long for them in…
Since yesterday consisted of an entire post dedicated to my mom’s insanity brilliance, I thought I’d take a minute to talk about my brother, Edward … Rand and flew down to L.A. for about 24 hours last week. It was a quick trip – there and back, with one night in a hotel (which is…
Rand and I were wandering around in L.A. last week (did I mention that nobody walks in L.A.? It’s because nothing is close by) looking for decent food near Venice Beach. We did not find any. Instead, we ate at a restaurant so bad, that the vast majority of the food was left on the…
Rand and I drove down to Portland a few weeks ago for his birthday. It’s a drive we do often, and one that’s so familiar to me, one that so rarely changes, even our jokes have become recycled. And believe me, the jokes are terrible. When we pass the exit labeled “Toledo / Vader” it…
Since my friend Desiree’s visited a few weeks back, and I’m awaiting an upcoming visit from Christine (the brilliant blogatrix behind this post, and several awesome comments on the site) I’ve been thinking a lot about my life in Florida, and how I’ve changed since then. Don’t worry – this isn’t some sort of soul-searching…
Warning: some of the links in this post go to sites that quack, loudly. It is horrible and designers of those sites are morons. I suggest turning off the volume on your computer should you intend to click on anything. – I recently wrote a guest post for a travel blog, imploring people to be…
The Fourth of July just passed, and as my husband and I stood watching fireworks with a couple of friends, I got to thinking a bit too heavily about what it means to be an American. No, I wasn’t drunk. Nor had I ingested any sort of chemical that would cause me to wax poetic…
I started this blog roughly a year ago. It’s tough to say the exact date, because I posted a few articles that I had lying around on my computer, guessing when I had written them. Consequently, I’m not sure when my blog’s exact date of birth was. It’s even harder to figure out if you…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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