My friend Jess and I have a tradition. It’s legitimately earned that title now that we’ve done it multiple times. Well, two. Which is still more than one, and therefore multiple. We jam. With jam. We have a jam jam. Or, I suppose, technically we have an ‘apple sauce’ jam, but that’s far less pleasingly… Read More We’re Jammin’
This weekend I had another pact with another friend (named… I dunno, Fallulah. We may as well pick a rhyme scheme and stick with it). This time it was a hardcore queue-to-the-death ticket lottery pact to see Newsies. And again, we got in on our second go. It wasn’t quite the same kind of epic… Read More Victory, Heat and Maragaritas
And lo, after two days of reconnecting with my family, my boyfriend did some to join the fray. This was a thing that had caused me endless nerves over the preceding couple of weeks, but suddenly it was happening, and people were saying ‘hello’ and there was hugging, and then it was over (By which… Read More NicFest! 2013 Part Two: NicFest-er.
I’m not a bad cook. I could absolutely keep myself alive if you locked me in a room with a hob and the basics, it just wouldn’t be pretty. And that’s because I hate it. If they invented a pill tomorrow that meant you never needed to eat (and therefore cook) another meal in your… Read More Culinary Goddess