Rand and I are back home this week (after a brief trip to Ashland) and I’m pleased to say that I’m feeling more and more like myself. Which is an interesting thing, especially considering that this week, “myself” is irrevocably changed: I became an auntie. Yup. My brother spawned. Oy. Jokes aside (and believe me…
– It’s hard to hate everything about a destination. Don’t get me wrong – there are certain specific places that I hate with a burning passion (there is an Ashland hotel that is right now on my OH-NO-YOU-DIDN’T list, and my blood pressure spikes just thinking about it), but it’s hard to hate everything about…
Note: The steroids are still in my system, and consequently I am still talking about food. And Vegas. Bear with me, kids. – I am a 31-year-old woman of reasonable intelligence (even after my brain surgery, I feel this latter comment is safe to say). I would like to think that most of my tastes…
My favorite thing about travel is that you can often discover the most amazing meals in the most unexpected of places. And I don’t mean the discovery of a candied peanut at the bottom of my bag in a hotel room in Bulgaria. (For the record, Rand wouldn’t let me eat the peanut, which I…
For several days, there were staples in my head. I wish there were a more technical term for them, but there isn’t. They were not sutures or metallic head brackets or anything like that. These were good, old-fashioned, industrial-size staples, like the kind you’d find at the hardware store. Miraculously, I don’t remember most of…
– Friends, let me tell you something: steroids are terrible. Many of you are probably wondering why a perfect physical specimen such as myself would need to resort to steroids in the first place. After all, my body is temple (albeit one dedicated to sloth and cupcakes). The answer is, simply, brain surgery. Steroids are commonly given…
Brain surgery was not what I thought it would be. As ridiculous as it sounds, going into it, I convinced myself it wouldn’t be a big deal. I know, I know. How does one actually convince themselves that brain surgery isn’t that big a deal? I don’t rightly know, but believe me when I tell…
– There are things that you can imagine yourself saying. Things like, “Why thank you, yes, I will take a third helping of dessert.” or “We can hang out at our house, but you guys have to not touch the dust piles. I’ve been collecting them for three months, and there’s one specimen that I…
There are several places where Rand’s culture and mine overlap: – At that intersection, you will find weird issues about food. And weird issues about mothers. Crippling guilt makes an appearance, too. And weirdly, the mafia can be found there.
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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