Cooking Sucks – Revisited

In a recent post, I wrote about going feral. Also known as, “bach-in’ it” or “not eating like a grown-up.” I shared it in part because I think it’s humorous, but also partially because I think it’s perilously easy for someone who keeps a food blog and who is known to enjoy cooking to come across as someone who always has the best food to put in her face-hole. (Especially when I tweet about workday French toast.) That’s a lie, and it can be demoralizing to read, I suspect.

But in discussing going feral, I didn’t really address many of the reasons driving my feral-ness. And that wasn’t intentional. It was just kinda spilling onto the page, because the major reason I shared is that sometimes I find I treat myself better when I’m open and vulnerable, rather than trying to only show the highlight reels of my life (as it were).… Continue reading →

Eating and Reading in March

I must admit, there’s a lot of things that I have never considered might be related to accessibility for people with disabilities and even more things that likely actually had nothing to with accessibility but end up being accessible. While several things over the last few months have made me think about possibilities, a conversation about pre-peeled oranges that occurred on twitter and beyond really opened my eyes the most. Many thanks to my friend Kelly who linked to some of this first.

I think it’s because as I write this I am also planning to make bread (yeast bread) and I haven’t had breakfast yet, but this recipe for beery caramelized onions (and beer bread) is speaking to me. The plan was just to make bread and yogurt (trying a new recipe from Hands on Home), but maybe I need caramelized onions too.… Continue reading →

Avoiding “Feral.”

Bill is out of town again. Traditionally, this means failing to feed myself properly. I know I’ve mentioned my lack of skill with lunches numerous times on this blog; now imagine that for all meals, days at a time.

Bill jokingly tells people I “go feral.” It’s not an inapt comparison. I kind of hunker down and do my own thing, and occasionally things are super different when he arrives. (Examples: a much messier or much cleaner house, furniture rearranged, etc.)

This time, the major thing I’m trying to do differently is be a little less terrible about what I eat. This, I won’t lie to you, is largely because my friend Tasha unintentionally intervened Sunday and fed me a healthful breakfast, then took me to a reasonable late lunch, then took me grocery shopping, and by the time it was all over I was inspired to eat from my freezer on Monday.… Continue reading →