Toss Your Own Salad, In This Case It’s Charred Cauliflower and Chickpea Quinoa Salad

I’m pretty picky about cookbooks. Occasionally, I will come across one that I adore. However, most of the time, I’m ambivalent–using just a few of the recipes. But a book titled Toss Your Own Salad? How could I say no? So I made charred cauliflower and chickpea quinoa salad  to go with it, and I’ll just … Read more…

It’s Not That Kind of Map.

OK, GUYS, I’m doing something I hardly ever do. I’m going to blog about something I am currently reading — not something I’ve recently read, because I’m loving it that much. I am also making a Summer Lemon Frosé because you’re worth it. Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching. I’ve been feeling … Read more…

Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls: Art in Romance.

When I started narrowing down my choices for my list post of five sexy tortured artists in romance, I kept thinking about how there are all sorts of sexy themes in romance novels, firemen, navy seals, cops, billionaires, billionaire firemen, billionaire cops, billionaire navy seals, billionaire billionaires…There are also the taboo themes, stepbrother, stepfather, teacher, … Read more…

On Writing. (On “I Stole That Title From Stephen King Because He Hasn’t Adopted Me, Yet.”)

I’ve been absent. I know, you’re sad. I’m sad, too. Alas, I was getting used to my new life. Alas, I have a new superfood sushi with spicy sauce recipe for you–and some bitching, so, gird yer loins. So, I’m kind of a big deal. Just kidding! I’ve just taken a position as a staff … Read more…

But Really, I Joust, I Joust.

*sponsored post I’m a queen. I wasn’t sure you knew that about me, but I am a queen. Granted, I am only queen of the very small isle of Inmyfuckingmind, but there I reign. I’ve beaten back beasts, slain dragons, birthed princes and princesses, kept homefires burning, strode across the expanse of my territory with … Read more…