I don’t think I told you guys about the time in 9th grade when I stopped brushing my hair in hopes to achieve an authentic rastafarian dreadlock look. Yeah, not one of my best ideas… I sat in the kitchen for hours as my mom tried to get the knots out with globs of mayonnaise…. Read more »
And just like that it’s fall. Everything gets showered with golden light (including these cauliflower buns). I found this little poem and thought it summed up all my feels for the changing season: September Tomatoes by Karina Borowicz The whiskey stink of rot has settled in the garden, and a burst of fruit flies rises… Read more »