Cringe. Let me set the stage for you. We (darling husband and I) were in the final week of a sugar fast this past February. We had a pretty legit sugar fast "gang" - there were family members, friends, and several less-than-enthusiastic husbands of said friends and family. My brother-in-law was a dedicated member of... Continue Reading →
What’s your Goldschlager?
There are two things I will never consume again. Two things that will always elicit a physical (and very negative) response if someone even utters the words: Goldschlager and Reuben sandwiches. I just got chills and that nails-on-a-chalk-board feeling. Like, in my soul. We all have these things. Food scars (or drink scars if the... Continue Reading →