Do you guys ever make up little stories about the people in your neighborhood? Not the people who live next door or across the street, who you presumably actually know a little about — but the people you see every morning on your way to work or every now and then when you walk past the bus stop or queued up in line at Starbucks, all Lululemon’d to the nines, who you truly know nothing about except maybe that they repeatedly order an “Ummm, Hi Short Decaf Nonfat Cap,” to which you repeatedly question (internally, uh’course) Ummm, Hi WHAT’S THE FREAKING POINT? And … Read More
spiced summer squash quickbread (gf)
I set out intending to leave this post free of any mammary references, but then I went for my first postpartum jog the other day and realized that HOLY JESUS Running With Boobs Hurts Like The Dickens and it just didn’t feel right keeping the lid on such an epiphany, so there goes that. And to think I actually wanted these things back in high school. Ouch. Also, how uncomfortable is the word mammary? I’m having mixed feelings about it, mostly because every time I hear it I picture whales swimming around with little storybook clusters of bubbles floating about, because obvi whales are … Read More