Grubarazzi

Hovering thousands of feet above the mountains somewhere in between my home in Baltimore and my parents home in Austin. That is my current location. Somewhere in between. I've never been my best in between. I'd much rather be here or there, starting or ending. You know that feeling in the pit of your tummy moments before speaking in front of a large crowd or kissing someone for the first time? Something really great is about to happen it just hasn't happened yet.  Yes. I'd much rather be on the ground, feet planted firmly on the warm Austin pavement. I can't wait to eat my fair share of soft homemade tortillas, hike, run, explore, and cook with my father. I'm looking forward to being there instead of here, up in the clouds, thousands of feet above these beautiful cascading mountains.  While I hover in a happy state of vacation anticipation, let's talk quinoa.  I'm always surprised to learn not everyone has discovered this wonderful little protein packe

I was a rebel kid. I was the kind of kid who hated all convention but had a divine love for the peculiar. For example, I hated football and absolutely loved John Waters. I suppose many kids of the 90's took the very same approach to life, but with age comes the need for variety wisdom. I slowly got bored of listening to Nirvana (my kid self would slap me for saying that) and opened up to the idea that I could still be rebellious and have a crush on the star quarterback. And I am SO happy this revelation came in time to enjoy the Super Bowl last night. Go Ravens! Go Flacco! Even though I found a love for football hidden deep within my mutinous psyche, I still like to avoid fanatical football fans. You know, the guys that climb light poles and set fires. You know… those guys. I could not brave the wild crowds yesterday, so I stayed home and threw together a mini feast starting with this creamy avocado Thai basil pasta which only takes minutes to make. I have been tweaking this rec