shaved parmesan salad, homemade cheese-free pesto over fresh whole wheat angel hair with sun-dried tomatoes and kalamata olives, vanilla lemon poppyseed mini bundt cake with melted chocolate and strawberries

I had sworn to not be one of those women who fell apart when they were about to turn forty. Who would sit and marinate in all her faults or failures: the shoulda, coulda, woulda’s. I said for yeeeears I wouldn’t be one of those women because, and this is true, I don’t believe in…

mini eggplant pizzas

So it’s Tuesday and there’s nothing really notable about this day. Sure, it signifies the end of Monday but, there’s not even a cute Tuesday wine reference like Thirsty Thursday or Wine Wednesday, or a memory hashtag like #TBT or #WBW. Tuesdays are the new Wednesday of the week: a forgotten hangnail of a day…