Racing Backwards

OMG

I completely forgot how much I love cooking. I have a lot of cookbooks here at home, and I’ve been lookinf through them again.

Seriously, whoever dates me next year will be so fucking spoiled. I’m not even kidding. Our date nights will be feasts.

I just re-found some great recipes: Chocolate Truffle Mint Pie, Mocha Malt, Crispy Banana Cinnamon Waffles (you better believe waffles are going to be my choice post-sex food), Stuffed Peppers, Samosas, Brooklyn-style Pad Thai, My FAVORITE CHILI RECIPE FROM VEGAN WITH A VENGEANCE, Every type of Veggie Burger imaginable, fancy pasta meals, CURRY, pizza from scratch, Slow cooker stews that are out of this world, regular stews, the best tofu that anyone has ever had ever because I am actually a tofu genius you guys have no idea, Stroganoff, sweet potato crepes, Spanish omelets, lemon gem cupcakes, the perfect chocolate chip cookie, homemade fig newtons, banana split pudding brownies, GINGER-MACADAMIA-COCONUT-CARROT CAKE

YOU GUYS DON’T UNDERSTAND

i LOVE COOKING AND COOKING FOR PEOPLE

I AM A FUCKING CATCH

racingbackwards:

I will never get over my face in this photo. The lunches at school weren’t even good. It might have been breakfast. I remember liking the toast.

Reblogging because still not over the face. Also, wondering how Ms. Dosier is doing and looking through little kid pics of me for Facebook potential.

In which I should think before I type.

I will never get over my face in this photo. The lunches at school weren’t even good. It might have been breakfast. I remember liking the toast.