I have a confession: I’m pretty sure I’ve watched more cooking shows than I've actually cooked in the last year. I can tell you how to whip up a five-course meal in under an hour while I’m over here ordering takeout for the third time this week. At this point, my kitchen is basically a shrine to unfulfilled promises and dust-covered pots. I just want to know – do you think Gordon Ramsay would be m...
So I’m sitting at a café the other day, and I overhear this couple arguing about whether ‘Die Hard’ is a Christmas movie. Like, really? I'm pretty sure it’s a bigger debate than who shot JFK at this point. Meanwhile, I’m just here trying to enjoy my overpriced latte while wondering if my entire life is just a series of heated discussions over pop culture. Seriously though, why are we so passionate...
I don't get why everyone raves about avocado toast like it's a culinary masterpiece. It’s literally a fancy green smear on bread, and I’m over here trying to appreciate the art of a good, greasy samosa! I mean, who decided that adding a sprinkle of salt and some Instagram filter made it gourmet? Can we just admit sometimes food should just be delicious and not a fashion statement?
I don't get why everyone raves about avocado toast like it's a culinary masterpiece. It’s literally a fancy green smear on bread, and I’m over here trying to appreciate the art of a good, greasy samosa! I mean, who decided that adding a sprinkle of salt and some Instagram filter made it gourmet? Can we just admit sometimes food should just be delicious and not a fashion statement?
You know that moment when you decide to take up cooking because you’re “adulting” and want to impress your friends? Yeah, I made pasta from scratch last week. Let's just say the dough had a better chance of becoming a modern art sculpture than ever seeing a pot of boiling water. 6 hours later, I had a kitchen covered in flour and a sad, lumpy ball of dough that even my dog wouldn’t touch. Who knew...