This morning, you woke up and welcomed 30 as you looked back the past three decades and wondered how time passed so quickly.
If you’re female, the draw of Mexican food is similar to that of chocolate. You crave it, you fight it, and more often than not, you give in to it.
Winter squash is harvested in September and October, and as a grocery store patron who supports seasonal cooking, I’ve done my part by stocking up on several crazy-shaped varieties.
I’m trying to savor the memory of great food and fellowship, and once again forget about the UGA game.
We started off the night with pumpkin martinis, which were shaken and sinfully delicious.
Personally, I think noodles are overrated. They lack flavor, and really just serve as the base of a dish.
We circled the dirt ring to cheer on the competitors, but chose to keep our money in our pockets.
James sported his UGA apron, and manned the grill in between eating, which was quite often.
More than a month ago, I vowed to decorate my cube. I figured that after 20 months at my job, now was the time to finally settle in.