As it turns out, life exists before 9 PM, and it’s actually really nice.
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All in Food
Suffice it to say I can eat what my gut decides it can tolerate–– and it’s being pretty picky and changing its mind more than a college freshman deciding on a major.
My hope is that when you do finally make the decision to make a change, you have an older sister who wants to teach you how to make butternut squash soup.
As a Midwesterner, my potatoes come with a side of potatoes. A hotdog is a snack. Cheese from a can is like, a fairly acceptable thing to ingest. Food is a huge part of my middle-class, Chicagoan culture.