I just ate a chocolate bunny for dinner so I figured it was time for real food.
What is real dinner these days? Well. I have no idea. But I can tell you what real dinner is not.
Kombucha and saltines. And the kind of kombucha that you’re reeeeeeally considering adding some vodka to, and saltines just because you’ve loved them since before your tween years and apparently right now all you can eat is nostalgic comfort food or nothing. Saltines with sliced cheese. That doesn’t count either.
Seven clementines, only because they are in arm’s reach when you’re holding a baby and you successfully manage to peel them with one hand. Holy accomplishment. It’s all in a day’s work right?
Like possibly more excited about this than chocolate and peanut butter, at least for the moment, which is huge right now considering every night I’ve been slathering a little chunk of this corn flaked crisp chocolate with a spoonful of peanut butter and enjoying it like nobody’s business.
Like even more excited that my other current favorite combination, the couch and House of Cards season three, even though I’m slightly underwhelmed and medicating those feelings with the aforementioned choco-PB nightmare. (<-dream)
I’m Jessica and this is where I share my stuff. You will find a balance of healthy recipes, comfort food and indulgent desserts.
I am madly, passionately, inexplicably in love with food. Bacon makes me beam. Chocolate makes me shout from the rooftops with joy. Vegetables and I are the best of frenemies. My perfect world would include none of them.
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