Fake Pho – Fo’ Show or Something quite similiar to Pho’ (Vietnamese beef and rice noodle soup) though technically you can’t call it that, for sure & Please Don’t Go ~ by Mike Posner

I have a new favorite song.I’ve been wanting to tell you for sometime now, but I couldn’t find any food to adequately display the feelings that I have for this song.When I hear it, I turn up the radio really loud. I ignore my children.  If my children continue to talk to me whilst I play my hymn, I turn it up even louder, and sway my hips harder.If they still continue to talk, I take drastic measures. I quickly jerk my head in their direction, shoot fire lasers from my eyes, and blow icy breath Read more […]

The Best Turkey Chili I Have Ever Made

Do you promise to love me forever?Not just until the end of this week.  Or until I stop telling you embarrassing things about my life.F-O-R-E-V-E-R.  Till the end of time. Or at least until the end of General Hospital. THE ENTIRE SHOW. Not just one episode.I feel like I want to take our relationship to the next level.  If you know what I mean. Right now it’s been me writing, and writing, and writing.  Telling silly stories. Grossing you out with bodily excrement. And you’ve been great, leaving Read more […]

Corn Chowder

It’s early. Very early.  The sun hasn’t even come out.  I can hear a few birds chirping, but I think they are just yelling at me to go back to sleep.  I’m up, because I’m an “early bird”.  It’s when I get the majority of my chores done.  I roam around the house cleaning up, writing, and getting ready for the day ahead.Though I’ve been up for slightly over an hour, I’m still in a haze. I groggily walk around the house, completely grumpy.  I can see the light turn on through the crack under Read more […]

Smoky Lentil Soup

Please don’t gag when I say this.  I don’t know what has come over me.I think I’m “feenin” for my husband.I don’t know any other way to say this other than he is so completely charming.He is handsome to the T. With stunning dimples. And oh, don’t get me started on is winning personality.  It’s enough to make me swoon.I don’t tell him this enough.  Generally, it’s a one way street with him telling me how much I rock his world. And we both seem to be okay with that. But, we recently went to Read more […]

Quick Tortilla Soup

Childhood is great, but sometimes it can really suck.Like when you have a nightmare, you wake up hot, sweaty, and scared out of your mind. And there aren’t many options.You can eitherA.) Stay in your bed, and hope nothing comes to eat you.orB.) Get out of your bed to go and tell your parents, and hope nothing eats you on the way.Which let’s face it. Neither is a bowl of gumballs. In scenario A, staying in bed will definitely get you eaten or at least eat up your sleepy time, cause ain’t nobody going Read more […]

Quinoa 365: The Everyday Superfood by Patricia Green & Carolyn Hemming

I am an adventurous eater. Because. . . . My mother is an adventurous eater. She’ll try anything at least once. My childhood was filled with foods like blood pudding, hog head cheese, octopus, tripe, brown rice casseroles, fiber filled dishes, star fruit, passion fruit, pomegranates, anything and everything you could think of. But always, real food. The type of food our ancestors ate. With no preservatives, no additives, and no fillers. To my mother, food was always used to nourish the body and Read more […]

Homemade Garlic Soup – How To Cure An Upset Stomach

It’s 12:30 am.There’s a knock on my bedroom door.It’s Shelbi. “Mommy, I don’t feel good.”I roll myself out of bed, head first, completely out of it because I had only just arrived there 30 minutes prior.I convince myself to move one foot in front of the other, as I sleepily go answer the door.Yawning I say, “Huh? Who are . . .I mean what do you want?””My stomach hurts. I don’t feel good.  Mommy, please.” She stammers.”Yeh, um, sorry ’bout that. Come into my bathroom and I’ll get you some medicine.”We Read more […]

Biscuit Topped Vegetable Chicken Stew

Sometimes I wonder if we have too many kids. Not because they’re crazy (which they are), or because they don’t listen (which they don’t). I wonder because, on many days, I’m not sure my heart can stand the strain. The metaphysical nature of mommyhood is a booch. On the side of concrete realities, you have the basics. You must figure out how to clean, because children are dirty. You must know how to cook, because children need to eat. You must know how to play, and laugh, and joke, because Read more […]