Weekend at Home

G’day eaters!

Leon and I got home yesterday from an amazing three-night trip to Georgia (A.K.A The Dirty Dirty).

For those of you who are new around here, I grew up in Macon, Georgia and my mom and a few of my friends still live there.

Leon and I drove down on Friday morning to spend the weekend. My Mom got back from a two-week business trip to China on Friday. My brother, Brady, had a triathlon on Saturday morning. And Brady and I talked Mom into having a graduation party for us on Saturday night. (And I needed to have my yearly mole check with my dermatologist on Monday, which I’ll talk about Thursday.)

Happy road trip puppy.

Happy road trip puppy.

Needless to say, I was pretty jazzed to take a trip home.

We had a low-key night on Friday. I made tacos and Charlie ran around like an idiot in the free air of Mom’s giant backyard.

On Saturday we got up supah early to watch Brady race.

Pre-race warm up.

Pre-race warm up.

Off and running.

Off and running.

Leaving it all on the course.

Leaving it all on the course.

He did great and finished 3rd overall.





And then Leon hopped behind the beer tent to pour Brady a beer.



After the race we napped and then I went into party planning mode.

I got 5lbs of pulled pork barbecue, 2 qts of Brunswick stew, a keg of Bud Lite, and made a few simple cold salads.

A small bunch of people came over, including my friend from college, Liz, who works in Atlanta now, and my best friend from high school, Coco, who just moved back to Georgia on Saturday after spending a semester working at Disney World. Plus some people who have known me since I was probably about five.

Coco and Leon.

Coco and Leon.

It was a great time, I didn’t take a single picture, and we barely made a dent in the keg, despite our best attempts.

Sunday morning started slow and then Coco came over, we did a little shopping, and then Sunday Funday happened.

Leftovers are awesome!

Leftovers are the best-overs.

We had a ton of leftovers (and leftover beer) so we sat around, watched bad movies on TV, and ate and ate and ate and drank while it rained like crazy outside.

It was awesome. (And I think I ate a pound of pork by myself.)

Brady cracks himself up.

Brady cracks himself up.



And on Monday we drove home.

Now I’m gearing up for my work week, which started today and ends…eventually. Hopefully I’ll find some time in there to make it to the grocery store.

Your turn, eaters:

Does a weekend at home sound like a vacation to you?

What’s your idea of a good way to spend a rainy day?

Later eaters!

Ten-Cent Tour: Weekend Edition

Sup eaters!

I got back from Georgia last night and was so dileriously tired that I immediately stuffed my face, said lots of nonsensical things to Leon, and then fell asleep.

It was kind of glorious. Well, except for the part on my drive back when I hit a bunch of traffic, ate possibly bad beef jerky, and almost fell asleep.

So now I’m here to dump the contents of my phone onto the screen and call it a post.

(Ya know, because now that I have an iPhone it’s pretty crazy easy to do that.)

Friday night I went with my mom and her boyfriend to do paddle board yoga. That’s yoga on a paddle board.

Of course, I thought I was going to spend the whole hour falling in the lake. But somehow, I didn’t fall in once and it was a lot of fun.

Hell, I even managed a three-legged dog.

Saturday morning Mother and I hit up my absolute favorite antique/thrift store — Payne City Antiques!

I have a laundry list of things I’d still like to get for the house — another accent chair, table lamps, another floor lamp, little dishes to hold our crap, etc, etc.

I, of course, just ended up taking a bunch of pictures of silly deer things and sending them to Leon.

I did almost get this chair, which would have matched the blue chair I got a few months ago, but it was pretty wobbly and not worth it for $45.

Saturday afternoon I went a few towns over to spend the night with m’bestie, Coco, and go to a festival-thing.

We both wore sequins. We ate lots of cheese dip. We drank lots of beer. I only saw a few people from high school that I don’t like.

Then we woke up on Sunday super hungover.

Don't you miss the days when I used to post ugly morning after photos?

So, of course, the only logical thing to do was to stuff our faces at Waffle House.

I drove home and then woke up this morning bound and determined to beat the junk out of my system at Crossfit.

A 10-minute AMRAP and series of heavy overhead squats later, I declared myself junk free.

And that’s the ten-cent tour of my last fall break weekend.

Your turn, eaters:

What’s your favorite hangover food?

What was the last kind of adventurous thing you did?

G’night eaters!

Dehydrating Day

G’day eaters!

Things are quite lovely and relaxing down in the Dirty Dirty. There has been plenty of sleeping late, bad TV, wine, and wide open days. (Or…errrr…wide open day and a half.)

And there has been a good bit of playing in the kitchen because my mom’s boyfriend brought over his Vitamix and dehydrator. Of course, I was super freaking jazzed because, if you know anything about me, you know I LOVE kitchen appliances.

So first thing yesterday morning I got to work soaking nuts. And by lunchtime I was popping in four trays of Fitnessista’s cool ranch kale chips.

Ready to be "cooked."

For once, I followed the recipe pretty much to a T, except for leaving out chives and dill simply because we didn’t have them, and I put the onions in with everything else instead of leaving them whole on top.

Fyi, this is a Sedona dehydrator.

I left the chips in for the full 8 hours and they turned out great!

They’re not exactly like Cool Ranch Doritos, but I wouldn’t kick them out of bed.

(Would I kick anything salty and cheesy and crunchy out of bed? Probably not.)

My only issue is that here I am, roughly 12 hours after taking them out of the dehydrator and they’re losing a bit of crunch. Do any of you dehydrating pros have tips for storing kale chips? Or should I have just left them in a bit longer?

But if you know anything else about me, you know I couldn’t just stop at one recipe. AND you know I had to have some kind of dessert.

Unfortunately, after browsing lots of dehydrator dessert recipes I found that almost all of them called for coconut oil/butter. I could have sworn that I left a big jar of coconut oil here, but that was nowhere to be found. And I sure as heck wasn’t about to drop more than $10 on a jar of coconut butter (if I could even find it in Macon). So that discounted a lot of recipes I found.

So instead of something cool, I went with a really basic recipe I found for Lemon Chewies.

But this time I definitely didn’t really stick to the recipe.

Vanilla and/or Lemon Coconut Chewies

I made a recipe for vanilla-coconut chewies, scooped half of the batter, and then added in some lemon, so I wound up with half vanilla-coconut and half lemon-coconut.

1 c raw cashews, soaked for ~4 hours

1 c raw almonds, soaked for ~4 hours

2 ½ c unsweetened shredded coconut, divided

½ banana

1 T vanilla extract

1/3 c raw honey

¼ c coconut nectar*

~1/4 c water

1 lemon, zested and juiced**

*If you can’t find coconut nectar, I’m sure agave will work, but you’ll almost definitely need to use less.

**If you want to make a full batch of lemon-coconut chewies then double the amount of lemon or eliminate it entirely if you only want vanilla-coconut.

Mix the nuts minus their soaking water, banana, vanilla, honey, coconut nectar, and 1 c of coconut in a Vitamix/powerful blender/food processor with ~1/4 c water, or as much water as you need to get everything going and blended almost smooth.

Remove half of the batter, mix in ¾ c shredded coconut, and scoop out ~1 T balls and place them on a dehydrator screen.

Little bits to be.

Add the zest and juice of the lemon into the blender/food processor and blend it together. Mix the remaining ¾ c shredded coconut into the batter, and scoop it out into ~1 T balls and place them on a dehydrator screen.

Dehydrate at 115F for 7-9 hours.

These little nuggets are pretty addicting. They’re almost like a raw, macaroon version of a dough ball, and who wouldn’t love that?


The vanilla flavor is on the subtle side, so if you want knock-your-socks-off vanilla bean flavor I would amp up the extract or add some vanilla bean seeds. Otherwise, these little nuggets boast some damn delicious nutty flavors without a hint of banana (which is always a worry of mine when using banana).

Little bit said in the same voice as that Black Eyed Peas song.

There’s nothing subtle about the lemon ones, though.

They’re kind of like a lemon punching you in the mouth and then a soft coconut coming along to make it all better. That makes sense, right?


These bits are tangy and nutty and chewy.

Yup, I wouldn’t kick either of these chewies out of bed.

So the moral of the story is: I’m in bed with a lot of food. But it’s all raw, dehydrated, oh so healthy and even tastier food. So you can’t judge me, right?


What do you think, eaters:

What kitchen appliance would you love to have if you had the money and room for it?

How do you feel about lemon desserts? It seems to be a very polarizing dessert flavor.

Later eaters!

Blackened Catfish

G’evening eaters!

I sure hope you’ve enjoyed your extra day off if you got it. One of my classes was canceled today, so I almost had the day off.

It was very nice. (FYI, that was said in a Borat voice.)

And since you’re either reading this post on Sunday night when you’re tired or on Monday when you’re…tired and at work, I’m going to keep it short and sweet.

Blackening things reminds me of summer.

That could be because I usually associate blackening with Caribbean and Southern cuisine and those two cuisines remind me of summer. It could be because generally when you blacken something you have to open the windows to not set off the fire alarm and you can’t really open the windows pleasantly in the winter. It could be because the only two times I’ve ever blackened something was during the summer.

Whatever the reason is, blackening is summer to me. And, if you can handle opening the windows in the winter, it’s a wonderful way to hold on to summer flavors long after you’ve packed up your tank tops and settled into the seriousness of fall and winter.

Blackened Catfish

Serves 2 (or 1 very hungry person)

1 large catfish filet

2 T almond flour/meal*

1 T cumin

¼ T tumeric

2/3 T smoked paprika

1 dash cinnamon

1 dash cayenne

salt and pepper, to taste

~2 T oil

*Almond flour/meal isn’t necessary. I used it because I wanted the blackened crust on the whole filet without having to over spice it. You could probably use corn meal or maybe even flour, but also feel free to skip it.

Mix all the seasoning together in a wide, shallow dish. Coat both sides of the filet in the seasoning, taking care to spread the seasoning evenly over the whole filet.

Heat the oil in a pan to medium-high. Add the filet and cover for ~4 minutes. Remove the cover, let the filet cook for another minute, and then flip. Cook the filet for ~4 minutes, or until it flakes.

Cut the filet in half or eat it whole.

PLEASE excuse these two absolutely horrible pictures. I didn't think I was going to blog about this recipe.

I think some okra “fries” would make a wonderful side to complete the almost Caribbean feeling. Or maybe some roasted or pan fried potatoes, if you want this to feel more like a Southern summer fish fry. Heck, even something as simple as steamed green beans with a bit of pepper and butter would work well.

And for some reason, despite the fact that I don’t think my mother ever blackened anything, certainly not catfish, and despite the fact that we never ate okra or went to a fish fry, this meal feels incredibly nostalgic for me. It made my house feel like my home when I made it and talking about it now makes me incredibly homesick.

That’s a lot from a filet of fish.

What do you think, eaters:

What’s something that almost illogically reminds you of summer?

What’s something that almost illogically reminds you of home?

G’night eaters!

Guest Post: My Friend Will Being Slightly Less Offensive

Hi eaters,

As you know, I’m currently living drinking it up in Ireland with manly friend. I’ll post about our fun times soon, but for now I have another guest post from m’dear friend Will. This time there is decidedly less gore, but I don’t know if that makes it any less offensive. 

Consider yourself warned.


The Men Who Stare At Goats:

(Boston Tea Party Edition)

Whaddya say there readers? We’re taking the blog back over from Benedict Arnold over there in Jolly Ol’ England, in the name of all things American!

We’re talking BIG trucks, BIG guns, and even BIGGER violations of PETA’s sense of decency. Well, no guns actually but we did use a big truck and boy howdy, yeah PETA would have pooped their soy-fiber pampers if they saw what we did to that little cabrito. We’re cookin’ a goat!

Why goat you might ask? Well, though it is unpopular in America and the UK, for most of the world, goat is a staple food. They are hardy, can eat any thing, can birth without assistance (unlike cattle) are small enough to be portable, and can be butchered in portions that can be consumed before any of it goes bad. They are the animal kingdom’s snack packs if you will.

Since Ms. Thomas is expanding all y’all culinary horizons with “British Cuisine” *Rim-shot!* I figured we might as well do the same, especially since goat is becoming more popular all the time in the US.

Goat’s popularity in America is increasing as many of today’s burgeoning immigrant populations from Africa, Latin America and Arabia create an increase in demand for them as a food source. It’s kind of like the increase in alcoholism and potato eating brought about by the Irish immigrants in the 1800’s. Goats are especially popular in the Middle East, and while many Muslims like goats, as evidenced by this picture, goats also really like Muslims…

Offensive? Yes. Photoshopped? Of course!

… sorry.

So any ways, we thought it’d be worth a go while Kara’s being all worldly to go ahead and try something a bit different ourselves.

And after that delightfully jingoistic and bigoted introduction… Away we go.


1967 Chevrolet K-10

Petulant ass goat

Welder and torch

You mean not everyone has one of these?

Steel Cable and Collar (goats will literally eat anything that’s not metal)

2 bags of charcoal

Speaker box with token country music

Fire pit

Organic String and a bucket of water*


*It is important to use a string made from an organic material so that if it does start to get to hot it will just burn away instead of melting onto the meat.

**Use whatever you want. Olive oil is a good base, just make the marinade a few hours before and mix well so that the flavors can ameliorate into the oil because it is going directly from the bowl onto the meat which will immediately begin cooking.


  1. Buy a goat from your friendly neighborhood goat owner
  2. Put it in the back of your Chevy (at this step you can substitute a Chevy with, well nothing, there is no substitute for a late model Chevy truck, but you could also put the goat into any other truck bed or into a sack and then into your sedan trunk. Point is, put it somewhere that it can be transported and you won’t care that it’s covered in goat shit.
  3. Put a spool of organic rope into a bucket of water to soak up all the liquid. This will be used to tie the goat to the grill, it needs to be soaked in water for as long as possible so you might as well do it first.
  4. Get home, and tie goat out in a very nice pasture and try to befriend the goat, as you aren’t a sadist and want its last hours on earth to be relaxing.
  5. Get bit, kicked and horned by Goat who apparently wants nothing to do with you, then change goat’s name from Goat to Petulant-Ass Goat.
  6. Get out the welder and torches and a good and good looking metal fabricator and have him make you a damn good South American style spit roaster to size, over your fire-pit.
  7. Start coals now, lighting a half bag full, then pouring the remainder on in half-bag increments as the last round gets fully lit.
  8. Take the goat gently and calmly lead it towards a nice grassy area with a sturdy tree branch nearby.
  9. Get kicked and screamed at and rammed by the goat
  10. Feel last glimmer of reticence towards exsanguinating the little monster drift out of your body.
  11. Once it is near the tree, take a knife and just slice forcefully across up into its TV Magic and then lets just say there was this thing and then the goat didn’t need a pulse anymore.
  12. After that tie its two front feet to the tree and sprinkle some TV Magic dust on it and there you have a nice clean, ready to cook goat.

    I told you there would be a bit of gore.

  13. Tie it to the metal spit roaster spread eagle, threading the rope through small holes you cut in the shoulder and haunch cuts. Also tie around the midsection just to support the weight.
  14. Once it’s tied on, spread the marinade all over the meat and place the whole apparatus over a nice coal bed ideally just a bit longer and wider than goat itself.
  15. Get out the beer and speakerbox because here comes the easy part: Sit around drinking, listening to music and shooting the shit for about two hours or until the bottom looks done.
  16. Flip it over until that side looks pretty cooked (about an hour).
  17. Flip to the original side for another 45 minutes.
  18. Cut off the torso at the shoulders and hips, bring the torso inside.
  19. Allow the leg meat to cook longer by putting the coal bed into two pyramidal shapes and letting the legs hang down closer to the ground getting heated on the sides.
  20. After 45 minutes, cut holes in the bottoms of them and tie a string through the bottoms and invert them.
  21. Cook for another 30-45 minutes and take them off the spit.
  22. Enjoy with just plain salt and pepper.

    "Goat, salad, and Bushmills is what's for dinner tonight." -manly friend


I’m actually pretty jealous that I missed the goat. So jealous, in fact, that I’m definitely going to try to get these men to cook another goat when I get back to the States. 

What do you think, eaters:

Have you ever or would you ever cook a whole animal?

Do you like goat?

Later eaters!

WIAW: In America

Hi eaters!

Long time no talk, right?

Sorry about that, but I ended up spending every possible second curled up on the couch with manly friend so blogging took a backseat. I’m sure you understand.

And now here I am, sitting in my London flat, drinking a 2L bottle of water, and watching bad British talk shows before a residence meeting.

I’m exhausted. And dehydrated. And my toenails hurt. But after I get this stupid meeting out of the way, a bunch of us are going out to a pub.

I’ve earned it, right?

Anyway, enough sleep-deprived babbling. Time for some pretty wordless eats…from Tuesday.

Have I mentioned that I’m sleep deprived?


Tofu scramble with salsa and half a banana with pb.

Sometimes a tofu scramble is better than eggs. Sometimes a banana is better than toast.


I took a Cain class, my last one until May. We did 10 minutes of stairs and 31 minutes of abs.

Need I say more?

Oh, and I drank a protein drink.


Twizzler Pull-n-Peels.

Manly friend thinks it’s weird that I tie my pull-n-peels into knots. I think it’s more satisfying.


Cold lasagna and carrot sticks.

Cold lasagna and carrot sticks.

I ate this around 3pm. For some reason, I was barely hungry, but began to get shaky so I knew I needed to eat. Hence, the weird food.


Banana pepper, green pepper, mushroom, and onion pizza.

The English don’t make quality pizza, so I had to get my fill before leaving the States (from my favorite local pizzeria).

I also had to get my fill of their “good brownies.”

And to top it all off, a very “Happy Ending.”

Sweet Water Happy Ending

Have I mentioned that I love beer?

Have I mentioned that I love my dog?

Yup, that wraps up my last American WIAW until May. And yup, I’m definitely a little sad about that.

What about you, eaters:

Do you play with your food?

Fill in the blanks: “Sometimes ______________ is better than _____________.”

G’night eaters!


Hi eaters!

I’m not posting tonight. I’m not posting because…

…I have a delicious beer that needs drinking.

…There is a cute man that’s more interesting than a computer keyboard.

…Law & Order SVU is on, and I love Law & Order in any form.

…I should be packing. And cleaning.

…Did I mention the attractive man?

And I’m leaving tomorrow for London. I’ll make time to post then, but for now I want as much time soaking up American culture, American beer, and American men as I can.

What’s up with you?

G’night eaters!


Hello eaters!

Aren’t breaks supposed to be relaxing and lazy?

Yeah, I thought so, too. But mine has been busy. I’ve been running around since 11am. BUT, with the exception of a dentist appointment, I’ve been doing all things I like, so I really can’t complain.

And now I’m here chatting it up with you before sharing a fun little recipe, so really, break couldn’t be better so far.

Well, I could have gotten time for a nap this afternoon, but there’ll be time for that tomorrow.

But tomorrow is far away. So let’s talk about today. Or rather, let’s talk about what I made yesterday.

I realize that I haven’t posted much in the way of holiday recipes. Frankly, until I got home to the Dirty Dirty I haven’t felt much in the way of holiday spirit. But now I’m home and kicking off some holiday fun with one of my new favorite flavors — ginger!

Oh how I love ginger. Ginger chews. That ginger dressing you get a hibachi restaurants. Ginger snaps. Ginger-y oats. Ginger in stir-fry.


So yesterday I forked over the money for almost 1 ½ pounds of fresh ginger root and got to work smelling up the house.

(Believe me, Mother was thrilled.)

Candied Ginger

~2 c fresh ginger, peeled and thinly sliced

~4 c water

1 ¼ c sugar, plus more for coating

¼ c honey

You want to slice the ginger pretty thin, but not paper thin. Does this help?

Yeah, about that thin.

Put the ginger in a pot and add enough water to just cover it, about 2 c.

Bring the water to a boil, and then boil it for 7-8 minutes before draining off the water.

Then add 2 c water, sugar, and honey to the same pot and bring this to a boil, uncovered. After it has boiled for about 10 minutes take a piece out and bite it. You want the ginger tender and a little on the sweet side, but the exact consistency is entirely subjective.

I ended up boiling mine for about 12-14 minutes.

Once the boiling is done, drain off this liquid. I would suggest saving this liquid, though, because it’s pretty much a ginger simple syrup. And you know what you make with ginger simple syrup?

Banging holiday cocktails. But that’s a recipe for another day.

Once the ginger is drained, spread it out between some paper towels and pat it dry. Leave it to dry for a few hours before sugar-coating it. If the ginger isn’t dry enough you’ll end up with a sticky mess.

To sugar coat the ginger simply pour some sugar into a shallow dish and dredge each ginger slice in it.

Now you’re probably asking what in the hell are you going to do with about half a pound of candied ginger?

Well eaters, there’s plenty of things you can do with it.

I’m planning on giving some away as gifts. Because nothing says “I love you” like a treat that aids in digestion for after those huge holiday feasts.

But because I don’t have that many competitive eater friends, I’m also using some in a recipe.

Hint hint — You should make this because it’ll come in handy for Tuesday’s post.

Your turn:

Do you ever dabble in candy making?

How do you feel about ginger?

G’night eaters!

In the Dirty Dirty

Hi eaters!

I’m home in the Dirty Dirty (which is Georgia, for all you new eaters).

After I left you on Thursday, I went out and lived it up a little.

The night started with some champagne and girl time.

Well, Janet drinks Natty Fatties. Because she’s classy.

Once we were feeling social, we headed over to da bar, where we met up with some other people.

We laughed.

No one cried.

This is my favorite bartender. He makes good drinks.

And a guy who strongly doubts  that the Nazis could have possible rounded up 6 million Jews fast enough bought me a beer.

Don’t worry eaters, I gave the beer away.

On Friday, Mother and I were packing maniacs and had my entire life boxed up and in storage by 1pm.

Then we broke for lunch and shopping. Let me tell you, Anthropology was practically giving the clothes away.

Eventually, it was time for my last meal in the ‘Boro. Of course, I chose Natty Greene’s.

I ordered a Colonial IPA to start. Generally, I think their stronger beers lack flavor, but this one was pretty spot on.

And for dinner I ordered something I so rarely eat. Something I always see on menus, but for some reason convince myself it’s not healthy enough.

This time, though, I was all in.

Backyard burger topped with chipotle barbecue sauce, applewood smoked bacon, sauteed onions, and cheddar cheese.

It was so good. I would have liked a bit more spice from the BBQ sauce, but besides that there was nothing I was left wanting for.

I saved about a quarter of it for the pup, who was (hopefully) waiting quietly in the hotel room.

On Saturday morning we packed up bright and early to hit the road. After a handful of stops to let the pup walk around and a stop in Aiken, SC for lunch, we made it home by 5:30.

And now I’m enjoying the perks of home.

I’m taking tons of pictures of my dog.

Sometimes he tolerates it.

He's giving me the stink eye.

Most of the time he doesn’t.

I’m enjoying the smell of our gorgeous tree and the lovely decorations Mother put up.

And after a quick breakfast, I headed out to do some necessary shopping.

Let me tell you, Kroger is nothing like EF. At Kroger, organic is a foreign word, pastry flour hasn’t been invented yet, and you can get berries in December but no pomegranates or parsnips.

Oh well, I still got some good things.


Lay’s salt and pepper chips, green bell pepper, yellow onion, baby ‘bella mushrooms, blackstrap molasses, cage free grain fed eggs, Simply Orange juice, West Soy soy milk, thick-cut bacon, Fage fat free Greek yogurt, rolled oats, ginger, lemons, carrots, King Arthur whole wheat flour, and organic diced tomatoes.

Now, my house smells intoxicatingly like ginger and I love it.

And yes, that is a hint about tomorrow’s post.

What about you, eaters:

What did you do this weekend?

And do you always order what you want at a restaurant or do you compromise with yourself?

G’night eaters!

Schlepping My Way Home

Hello eaters!

Today I finished my finals. I’m done with work for this semester. It feels pretty damn great. Even greater then just finishing my semester, though, was this:

1) Yes, History of Rock and Roll is a real class. And it’s taught by a really cool ex-Rolling Stone writer.

2) I really don’t like Justin Bieber. So much so that I don’t spell his name right. And I really love the Ramones and the Clash.

But once the glow of my wordsmith abilities wore off, it was time to get down to business.

Ya see eaters, I get kicked out of my dorm tomorrow for the end of the semester, which means I have to pack everything up and move it to storage.

How much could I possibly own?

Well, here’s my room.

It's almost cute how small it is.

But that picture doesn’t do it justice. So here’s my desk…

All those drawers are full.

And here’s the area in and around my closet.

There’s also some stuff in an extra closet, a 6ft beanbag, and all my kitchenware.

Oh, and don’t forget the food.

Please don't judge the number of jams I have.

But while packing is certainly not my favorite activity, it won’t be too bad this time around. Mother is coming up to help and she’s bringing the pup.

I may or may not did buy him a treat.

Look! They're made from grass-fed beef.

And once all the packing and schlepping and stacking is done, I’ll be going home.

Home, where I can watch bad awesome Bravo reruns.

Home, where I have my own bathroom.

Home, where I will finally be able to make the pomegranate carob chip cookies that I’ve been wanting to make for weeks. (I will also probably make biscotti, work on my pizza dough recipe, try to make some seedy bread, and cover things in chocolate.)

Home, where there is a lot more Christmas spirit then $8 can buy at Target.

Home, where I can get trained by Cain. (And use my home gym to do Smith machine throws,)

Home, where I can relax and sleep and do laundry without having to go outside.

Home, where I can hang out with m’lovely friends from high school.

Yup, a shit ton of schlepping will all be worth it. But I may need one or two of these at the end.


Your turn:

What do you love most about going back to the home you grew up in?

And what recipes do you want to see from while I’m home? I’ll only have a few days to cook/bake up a storm before I’m on the road again, so hit me with your requests.

The next time I post I’ll be knee deep in home life.

Later eaters!