While I was growing up, I was spoiled rotten by my dad when it came to food. He is an excellent cook, and, well, he dominates our kitchen. As I got older and would try to make a simple dinner on my own (usually butter noodles- I was lazy and picky) he would without fail step in and concoct a creamy pasta dish for me, just because he could. I'm not complaining- how could I? I think I made a move tonight that would make my dad proud. Now, if only I had better lighting in my apartment...
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I'd really like to know how many people immediately clicked off my site when they saw "Feminist" in the title of a baked good. I know. The "f" word is scary; but I'm also very scary so get used to it. Tell me right now that this isn't going to be the best first blog post on a baking blog ever. These cookies aren't even perfect by any means... But I love them.
Hey, peeps! Okay. I promise I'll stop right there with using the word peeps (at least for this post). I figured if you're looking at this page it's because you know me already... And you might be upset to click on a link and not see any food. THAT WILL CHANGE SOON, I PROMISE.
Anyways... If you don't know me... You can click on the about me tab to get the basics, but I guess I'll also tell you a bit about me here. I'm a 19 year old college student. I think I'm a lot funnier than I actually am. My interests include puppies, politics, food, desserts, and feminism. I can assure you all of this will show up on this blog. I can't just talk about food, right? What fun would that be? NONE. NO FUN AT ALL. Okay. It's almost midnight. I apparently shouldn't be allowed to internet at this time. If you're not scared out of your mind yet, I hope we can become friends through this blogging crap. Oh yeah. |
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