We all have days when we’re lazy with our food. At least that’s what I tell myself when it’s 7 p.m. on a Friday and I am tired and grouchy and desperate to make a meal that takes almost no work, skill, or imagination.

We all have days when we’re lazy with our food. At least that’s what I tell myself when it’s 7 p.m. on a Friday and I am tired and grouchy and desperate to make a meal that takes almost no work, skill, or imagination.
I like to do things in my life the wrong way. Recently I went from being a pencil skirt and blazer-wearing, reasonably respectable member of the business community (no, really, I worked at the Chamber of Commerce) with a full time paycheck to a jeggings-wearing, hippie college student (in Art History of all the lucrative […]