Cooking’s biggest enemies are motivation and patience. The idea of making something from scratch is always nice, but the execution? Before you’ve finished your mental list of the ingredients you need to grab from the store, you’ve probably found yourself sitting at a restaurant instead. Now, imagine being the kind

I know over 100 cities across the nation are experiencing record highs and we’re all excited about the sitting outside for brunch and not wearing a coat even though we really should fun that comes with it, it’s still, well, kind of cold. I mean, don’t you think? I mean,

Break out the sweatpants and the boxed wine, it’s Thanksgiving time, ya’ll! (OK, I also feel it’s appropriate to do this on any given evening during winter.) As much as I wish this holiday meant laying around with my family and shoving my West Virginian grandma’s bacon fat-laden food down

Today’s recipe is a dish I’ve had not once, or even twice, in the past 6 days, like a person who respects themselves and sustaining their life span, but three times because I just ran a marathon and don’t give a fuuuu.  I’ve been on a week-long caloric bender to

I usually don’t mind being a broke-ass, but that was until I got sick as fuck. Coughing, sneezing, dripping… I’m a hot mess and without health insurance or the ability to justify spending $50 on drug store meds, I am stuck drinking tea and hoping for the best. Sarah’s Poor-as-fuck-Stew

In the words of one of my favorite articles to ever grace McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, IT’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON MOTHERFUCKERS!  That means that you’re picking last year’s food off the sweaters you stashed away without washing first, and you probably have a shit ton of apples because one of your friends

For me, this recipe is kind of like the bottle of Trader Joe’s wine you always keep stashed under your bed in case of hosting/party guest/shitty day emergencies. (If you don’t do that, start doing that!). It was basically born from a day when I needed a dip and had