I have a confession to make: we live right across the street from one of the biggest and best farmers markets in the Chicago metro area and…we never go.
Crazy, right?
I have a confession to make: we live right across the street from one of the biggest and best farmers markets in the Chicago metro area and…we never go.
Crazy, right?
I undeniably have a tendency to plan for the future in lieu of living in the moment. My New Year’s resolution pretty much every year is to “worry less” and “be grateful every day.” I like to think I get a little better at these things every year (and undeniably am much happier for making a point to try to live my life in this way) but I definitely constantly find myself thinking about all the great things I’m GOING to do someday, taking away from the time I spend doing awesome things today. This applies to bigger things (see: starting a blog), but I also find it happens with the little things that make me just as happy.
As a long-time vegetarian, cooking meat of any kind is definitely something I still don’t feel totally 100% comfortable with. Don’t get me wrong – I love pretty much every kind of meat, and am constantly bookmarking, Pinning, and otherwise saving meat-based recipes. I totally understand the homey appeal of a roasted chicken, the ease of throwing some steak on the grill for a quick dinner. But when it comes down to it, I’m just not that pumped about removing the skin from a piece of fish or getting all up close and personal with some raw chicken. I do it, because I love the end result, but there’s definitely that ew-gross-squeam factor there.