This post is a L-O-N-G one…you’ve been warned happy belated day Christopher Columbus was a fucking dick! Because my friends & I are woke millennials AKA whiney 24 year olds, we decided to give this holiday for a new meaning Introducing…. complainsgiving! What is Complainsgiving? Glad you asked Becky! Well, Complainsgiving derives from the word ‘complain‘ – ever heard of her? Complains-GIVING is the holiday of just that Complaints,…

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my first word was pie (that’s an actual fact) though my petite undeveloped (still waiting on that) brain also called everything that was sweet “pie”  fudge = pie cake = pie chocolate = pie ice cream = pie cookies = pie ( btw hippie applesauce-sweetened-hemp-carob-muffin-bricks  IS NOT PIE ) in honor of my first love (sorry mats) I’m sharing my recipe for ACTUAL  pie with you – albeit it’s in…

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IT’S OFICALLY FALL! (I think…?) I’ll be real- it’s like 85 degrees in LA right now & my pumpkin spice coffee was a major let down – my inner basic bitch is having some autumnal fomo. (I really hope you read that as a joke and not so earnest otherwise we cannot be friends) Anyways, maybe you’ve been skipping through pumpkin patches and watching Hocus Pocus & Halloween Town on…

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I tend to go a little overboard when it comes to….well everything really Remember when I posted about this Tiramisu cake? & I revealed that I suddenly took it upon myself to simultaneously attempt my first pâte à choux? All because I couldn’t let some cream go to waste? 2 failed doughs- 1 melted spatula & here we are. Cream puffs & pastries have always been at the top of…

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I suck. There is really no other way around it other than I flat out suck. Now you can totally insert (heh) a dirty joke here, or just take it (heh) as me stating the obvious :I have never quite gotten the hang of this whole blogging thing. End stop. That’s right- no promise of improvement, or swearing of more effort, none of that. Instead I am going to set…

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      one of my fondest, albeit gluttonous memories of my childhood was sitting on the floor of my best friend’s kitchen, eating chunks of frozen tollhouse cookie dough by the package. how we never got salmonella is still beyond me. now naturally I look back on this memory with partial shock at my teenage diet… but that’s pretty much entirely clouded by my envy of a time where…

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gwen stefani taught me how to spell banana   (i mean me & anyone who’s old enough to remember a walkman and young enough to quote a walk to remember) but enough reminiscing on the days of jelly sandals and hit-clips                 you’re here for the good stuff but let me just say… this shit is bananas b – a – n –…

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