I am getting old. Or busy. Or tired. Or all of the above. My conversation with Josh post dinner went like this: Me “I feel like my blog posts used to be witty and funny. Now they’re not” Josh “Why, blogging too much?” Me “No I think it’s too much of everything else! What did…
It has been an incredibly long and trying week and it is only Thursday! I feel like I’m pushing my body right over the limit physically in the gym and mentally at work. And gearing up for running 10 miles, when I currently don’t even run 1 at a time which is emotionally draining every…
When I was a kid we did very little eating out. We didn’t have elaborate meals every night, but we just didn’t go out because there was no time or someone was tired. To be fair to all of us that work hard and have a million things going on, my mom didn’t work until…
Last Thursday I was completely worn out from cooking at home. I normally cook 3 sometimes 4 days in a row before I’m too tired and we either go out or Josh cooks something (don’t laugh). So after cooking on Sunday night, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and last Wednesday, I was not exactly happy about…
I grew up eating chicken salad. Not like greens with chicken on it. Like chicken with mayo in it. My mother made the literal best chicken salad any side of the Mason Dixon and that’s a fact. In fact, when I was a teenager, I worked in the country store we owned and when I…
As I’ve mentioned….or rather driven home the point…..I am a southern girl. For those of you who are as well, you’ll probably agree with me when I say that it’s one of my favorite things about myself. Unfortunately, it produces a regular argument between my healthy me and my southern me with regards to food.…
The first time Josh met my mother, she was cooking for him at her house. I asked him what he’d like since she’s such a fantastic cook. Of all strange things he asked for was chicken marsala. I’m not sure on what planet he thought my super southern momma was going to pull a classic…
When I was a teenager, a friend’s mother turned me into a Mexican food monster! This woman not only made delicious dinners for me, but she made homemade salsa that I will never forget, nor will I ever find anything that compares. It was super spicy, just like her, but you could taste the love…
Big Eater Small Body 