The Act of Emotional Eating For When You Can’t Go Home: A Recipe

“A day without grits is a day without sunshine.” ““ Southern saying

I first moved to New York from the south over eight years ago, a piddly amount of time if you think about it in the larger picture, but also a chunk of time that has caused me to question how the hell it goes by so fast. As the years have jumped by, I’ve spent most of my holiday time celebrating by working and watching other people enjoying their holiday, which has included everything from waiting tables to dressing up like a bottle of French wine. Read More The Act of Emotional Eating For When You Can’t Go Home: A Recipe