I love Valentine’s Day. I’ve loved it since the first time I woke up to a 12-pack of Diet Coke and three red roses on the dresser next to my twin bed in my bright red room. I was probably 7 or 8. I felt so loved and grownup. Flowers! For me! I’m sure I…
We celebrated my mother-in-law’s birthday last night with a soup and bread buffet. Yes, my anxiety-baking has now turned into a habit, and it’s really great to have fresh bread on the table with every meal. This is definitely not on the “No Excuses November” body satisfaction plan. But I digress. I made two soups,…
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How do you tell people you love them? We know that Gwen does it through sloppy joes and unwanted (sometimes uncooked) food. I did it, today, with a tank of gas. This is either 31, or this is love. My husband has the absolutely infuriating habit of never checking the gas guage. I don’t understand…
Someone recently asked me what I was afraid of about starting a family. What am I afraid of? The better question is, “What am I not afraid of?” I am afraid of literally everything when I think about starting a family. There are lists of classes of concerns. The fears could be organized by family…
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I woke up this Thanksgiving in a bed not my own, with my Matt and my dog sprawled out like sailors after a hard nights leave. We’re staying in my best friend’s mother’s home, and I am so grateful to her and to him and the village we’ve created that has enabled this year’s mantra:…
The food scene in Gwendom can be very grim. Positive Alicia would tell you it’s back to the basics, taste of your childhood-style comfort food. Real me says it’s grim. Today, Gwen’s Sloppy Joe’s made me cry. There is no truly good Sloppy Joe. But there are Sloppy Joes that taste good, namely, the one…
The Outraged Eater 