Being raised Episcopalian, my idea of a confessional falls a lot more in line with The Real World: New Orleans, rather than a sliding sceen and ‘Hail Marys.’
Consider these confessions less about my sins, and more about making sure my truth* gets told.
*truth [noun]: random thoughts I feel the need to share with you
I generally wake up almost 90 minutes before I leave for work. 30 minutes is spent getting dressed.
Despite everyone claiming it to be the best T-shirt ever made, this trip to the gym with my more-than-blend Brittany was the first time I ever wore my Blend T-Shirt.When I told my second grade students I was going to Kentucky for the weekend, they misinterpreted what I said as Ken-Tokyo. It was so darn cute, I didn’t correct them. Even when they asked if I would be eating lots of Chinese food. [And the downfall of the American educational system continues…]
Most of my photos are taken on my stove.
And not because I’m there cooking.
Even this one of my Toasted Walnut Romesco was the result of laying a wooden cutting board across the burners
A couple of weeks ago, I completed a survey where I claimed that when not listening to Cosmo Radio on Sirius XM in my car, I listened exclusively to Taylor Swift’s Red. What I really meant was I listen to Track 5, “All to Well,” and get very emo, then I listen to Track 11, “Holy Ground,” and rock out a little bit
or a lot a bit. And then I repeat.
Although I don’t wish to be single, I do wish to eat like I’m single for as long as I possibly can.
I kind of forgot to pick a winner for my Love Grown Foods Hot Oats giveaway.
Better late than never?
(Congrats Sydney! E-mail me–sarah dot pember at gmail dot com!)