Is it brussel sprouts or brussels sprouts? I have no idea. Whenever I type “brussel sprouts” on my phone, which is quite often surprisingly (or not considering how tasty brussel/brussels sprouts are) autocorrect always changes it to “Brussels sprouts.” I’m going to call them brussel sprouts because that makes more sense in my brain. And it’s my recipe so I can call lit whatever I want, right? I could call it “pan-roasted little baby cabbages with some other shit in it” but I won’t since that’s a mouth full and doesn’t sound very pleasant to eat. So we will stick with pan-roasted brussel sprouts with almonds, apples, & raisins. Okay? Still a mouthful, but it makes me want a mouth full (Hehe see what I did there?). Continue reading
A friend of mine and I like to hang out a local shopping center, shop for photography props and funky snacks at World Market, browse cute clothes at a little boutique, and check out the gear at REI. Typically during our shopping extravaganzas we start to get a little hungry so we will stop by this little juice and smoothie shop. Continue reading
So I know I just talked about how I’m including some high quality, pastured, full fat dairy in my diet again, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for non dairy milks.
I have to admit something to you guys… I’m in love with a man who is not my husband. This man is the perfect man. A man who can be so sweet and sentimental, but also incredibly strong and manly at the same time. A man who says all the right things at the right time. A man who protects his loved ones no matter the cost. A man who looks SO. DAMN. GOOD. with his shirt off. This man is James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, aka Jamie Fraser, aka the most beautiful and perfect man in the whole wide world. And no, he’s not real. I’m in love with a fictional character and there’s nothing I can do about it. Continue reading