JJJ

Julie, Julia and Jess. Yeah, Jess. Take that. Actually, I really have nothing in common with either of the other J. Actually, I do love food. A lot. Extremely a lot. Enormously a lot. But I can't really cook. Only bake a few cookies, fake a few recipes. You know. Kid stuff. In fact I decimated, disrespected, defamed a couple of recipes. But I did make a very tasty brussels sprouts casserole. Thanksgiving was a feast. . . of exhaustion. I loved it! I cannot tell you how much spending a few days with my sweet mama picked up my spirits. We talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked. It was fantastical. My littlest biggest brother murdered small animals, the rest of my family helped in the slaughter and the feasting (of actual food). I really adore my family, but sometimes they can suck the festivity of you. My mama whisked me away from it all. We escaped through the food we made for the family. I love food. She loves food. We looooooove food. Ask our waists, oh wait, you can't find them? Eh we can't either. No worries, the food can. That's the important part. This combined love of food may be the reason I may be getting a 5 quart Kitchenaid Artisan series mixer, pistachio! Yummy. All of the recipes that I can make without endangering my elbow and shoulder. Well, I love my life right now.