Not being able to work out has made me realize something: I need a hobby! Like crazy bad need a hobby. Or more specifically I need a hobby that isn’t intimately connected to exercise. Long walks on the beach – no. Hiking – no. Lifting heavy things – no. Granted, I’m not sure that last one is a hobby (although it totally should be right up there with knitting,) and the first one is totally allowed, but I am freaking beachless here people. Damn you CO! So, a serious amount of whining, at least one major breakdown, and a good deal of couch sitting has brought me back to one of my favorite things ever: baking! It’s been forever since I posted a recipe, and apparently all I needed to trigger some culinary creativity was surgery and 6 weeks of not lifting heavy things off of the ground. Who’d a thought? Continue reading →

A little insight into my life: this week I have subsisted mostly on angry-girl country music. Why have I not discovered this genre before? It has the perfect balance of: I am going to destroy you with my bitingly twangy words – or snappy little fists for that matter; I don’t need you anyways you giant waste of space; and there is an underlying hope that your dashing, (rustic not ralph) button-up wearing gent will find you in the end. Love this shit. Seriously – blaring it in my car, windows open, letting it fill my slightly grumpy yet attempting to be daringly independent of late 24-year-old soul – love it. Continue reading →