#9. I’m midwestern AF. I grew up in St. Louis, went to highschool and college in Minnesota and moved to Chicago 4 years ago. My favorite pastime is eating. Ranch dressing is my ketchup. I apologize for everything. I wait in line just like I’m supposed to and am polite to strangers. I have a real weakness for cookies and bars, hotdish, and pretty much anything on a stick, but even so, don’t have the capacity to commit the midwestern cardinal sin – I will never take the last serving.
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This year, Todd and I have acquired quite the collection of wedding invitations. I am not saying this to brag about how cool and popular we are because that’s a given, I’m merely making an observation. One that confirms that getting older requires a lot more responsibility and holy shit, weddings are expensive.
After the success of my first keto-related post (read about it here), I’ve returned for an encore. This one? Much more serious. Adhering to a strict way of eating, regardless of what type, can be frustrating. I’ve had plenty of moments where I’ve considered giving up, buying myself a cake and eating the entire thing in
In 2013, I moved to Chicago with bright eyes, an open mind and absolutely no idea how to navigate it. Nearly every person that lives in the city will tell you, “All you have to know is which way the lake is, then you’re set.” When you first move here, I’m going to argue that’s
Here you have it – a low carb, frou-fruit adult beverage that doesn’t call for any mint because of the travesty that is my mint-lacking balcony garden. On a semi-related note, I love calling beverages adult because, according to science, that’s what I should be identifying as.