Today is a super extra special day.
We have three major things going on today, all of which deserve a massive celebration of epic proportions:
- Father’s Day (hi, Dad!)
- The season finale of Game of Thrones
- My one-year blogiversary
Today is a super extra special day.
We have three major things going on today, all of which deserve a massive celebration of epic proportions:
I don’t know about where you live, but ‘round these parts, St. Patrick’s Day is a pretty big deal.
A “start-drinking-before-noon” kind of big deal. I mean, we dye an entire river green. You just gotta do it.
It may be more than a week before the actual day, but in food blogger world, we always celebrate early. So welcome to St. Patrick’s Day WEEK up in here. I ate and drank copious amounts of chocolate and beer this weekend FOR YOU. You’re welcome!
Let’s talk beans for a sec.
I have a strange love for beans. Not that enjoying beans is weird, but when you tell people you LOVE beans? You get some strange looks. Beans aren’t one of those things that you think of when you think of your ultimate-desert-island-favorite-foods, ya know? And I’m here to tell you I think that’s completely unfair.
As much as I love food, most of the things I cook day-to-day during the week, by necessity, have to be able to be made and enjoyed in one hour or less. Cooking makes me extremely happy 99% of the time, but I will be the first to admit that the 1% of the time that it doesn’t almost always involves trying to cook something overly ambitious after getting home from work and yoga at 9pm. This inevitably always results in me rushing around, spilling things, cursing, and generally wondering why I even bothered in the first place. Needless to say, I try to avoid these sorts of unpleasant situations as much as possible.