
I have several friends who truly refuse to eat any vegetables. As we all well know here, I am not a vegetable eater. I just don’t like them and there’s no making me. And I’ve ALWAYS been this way. When I’m around these particular friends, though, I realize that I’m not nearly as bad as I thought. I actually eat a fair amount of vegetables, and as I’ve gotten older, I also have developed a taste for certain veggies that I never would have eaten as a child. So, while it’s still a huge struggle for me to get in my daily vegetable requirements, I do a lot better than I ever did before.
True to form, though, this “Meatless Monday” post isn’t ACTUALLY meatless. There’s bacon. Because “everything’s better with bacon.” Come on, baby steps. Be proud of me. 😉
So this Broccoli Salad is something my cousin showed up to my house with one pumpkin carving party. Honestly, I was completely skeptical–and sortof unimpressed at the giant amount she brought thinking “You know you’re taking the leftovers home….”…




Let me make one thing clear: Plants come to my house to die. They seriously walk through the door and start making their suicide plans.











When my dad announced this was what he wanted for his birthday, I knew there was no way I could say no; but honestly, I wasn’t super excited. In fact, I was terrified. We decided to apply to be a part of the Tahoe Rim Trail Association’s Segment Hikes. This meant that every Sunday for 12 weeks, we would meet up with a guide and a group, get in a van, drive to the trailhead, and hike one segment of the Trail back to our cars. Each segment consisted of 12-25 miles. Ugh.
Now, am I going to tell you I didn’t cry like a small child more than once in the summer last year? If I did, I’d be lying. I totally cried like a baby at least 5 times, and hiked 20 miles with a mild stomach flu once. I complained that my summer weekends were shot; I was horrified when, after walking 25 miles the guides told me it wasn’t even the hardest segment; and I often hung out at the back of the pack, trailing behind the group simply because that’s where I liked to stay. We saw a bear, peed in the forest, bled a lot, learned the importance of driving with towels on the seats to protect them from dirt and sweat, got consumed by mosquitos, and lived on chocolate milk, apple juice, cold sandwiches, and GORP. And still, it was worth it.




While I’m a huge proponent of making your own meals for health, ingredient identification, and weight management; with a full time job, a family, friends, an active blog, and people who depend on me; sometimes coming up with a recipe, shopping for, and preparing dinner just doesn’t seem viable.
So, have you ever wondered whether you REALLY need to follow those ridiculous inane instructions in a recipe? “Spray this.” “Flour that.” Mix this before that or the ALL THE THINGS WILL GO WRONG.

