This is juuuuuust about the perfect January meal.
I mean, it’s warm and cozy, healthy, a little spicy, and most importantly, freakin’ delicious. What more do we need?
This is juuuuuust about the perfect January meal.
I mean, it’s warm and cozy, healthy, a little spicy, and most importantly, freakin’ delicious. What more do we need?
Hey guys! Have you recovered from your Thanksgiving feasts?! My Thursday-evening food coma was particularly vicious this year. I was all, “I’ll never eat again!!”…until I ate literally the exact same plate again for dinner the next day. What can I say? ‘Tis the season for food comas, hangovers, and holiday cheer, amiright?
It’s basically our patriotic duty to do it UP on Thanksgiving (and this indulgent requirement definitely extends throughout the entire weekend, because it’s a long weekend and, uh, LEFTOVERS!). But every single year, without fail, I feel the need to seriously take a little break for a week or two before all the craziness of the holidays sets in once again with holiday parties, cookie swaps, and cheesecake and cheeseballs and cocktails galore. It’s the most wonderful time of the year, but I need to eat some vegetables for a hot sec before the onslaught starts all over again. You feel me?
January has always presented a bit of a culinary conundrum for me. On one hand, it’s hard not to be totally inspired by all the healthy recipes out there on the inter-webs. On the other hand, it’s freakin’ freezing (can I just mention that the high in Chicago tomorrow is -13°F?) and all I’m craving is warm, hearty, hibernation foods. What’s a girl to do??
I’m not going to lie – before I started dating Brad, I had little to no interest in football. I was totally the girl that watched the Super Bowl only for the halftime commercials, and early on in college, my best friends and I would go to the Northwestern football tailgates, but then opt for bagels and a nap instead of the actual game. However, since I now live with a guy who watches any and every football game, whether college or professional, and my TV blares with game updates from Saturday at noon until Sunday when I go to bed, I’ve definitely (perhaps by necessity) learned to love it. I can’t watch it with the same fervor as lifelong fans, but give me a good game on a beautiful fall day (particularly if Northwestern is involved) and I’m pretty much the happiest girl in the world.