Me, 28 years ago. Does my mom make one badass strawberry shortcake or what? Today’s my birthday, and it’s kind of a biggie, so I’m going to step out of the kitchen and instead park myself in front of a Weeds marathon and a bowl of noodles and compulsively compile my belly list for the NYC birthday trip that is now not only on my doorstep but toeing the threshold in a rather threatening manner that has me wondering if I should be worried about its sanguineous diet. Don’t let me mislead you; I’m pretty much falling-out-of-my-chair-excited to go, but … Read More