Ratatouille. Not the dish. I’m not a fan of the dish. The movie about the dish. I love it. The part of the movie I most remember is the part I think most people remember, given you’ve seen it. Towards the end when the Food Critic tasted the ratatouille and had immediate flashbacks of being a kid, eating ratatouille that… Read More
One of the best parts about being in Italy was being away from it all. Away from the anxiety-ridden conversations that take place in my head, but rarely come to fruition. The ones I secretly have with my husband’s kids, his parents, his siblings, my parents, and my brothers. Being away from the place that hosts everyone, gives me a… Read More
Somewhere among the constant updating of your social media newsfeed, the buzzing of ideas, political rants, endless accounts of he said/she said, the newest binge-worthy series on Netflix, that “Stop the Rodeo Riders from ripping the tails off of Bulls” petition you have to sign- lies your brain. I bet if you’re anything like me, all this is hitting you… Read More