The BF doesn’t eat the seafoods. It’s not because he shares the adage of one of my Texas cousins (a man who refuses to “eat anything that might swim in its own poop). The BF just never got the taste of it. Seafood of any kind is a rather foreign sort of food for him. […]
Meat wasn’t the only thing I ate in Hawaii. Fresh fish—like the fresh fruit I didn’t eat as much of as I should have—abounds, making it easy to access never-frozen cuts of tuna or ono that are literally straight off the boat. To fill my taste-buds’ desire to go back to that pescetarian paradise, I […]
I have loved bacon ever since I was old enough to gum on its salty goodness. At an early age I declared I wanted to marry bacon and was sad to find out that little girls could not marry food products.
I was a vegetarian for a time—I could totally write love songs about kale—but bacon was the gateway drug that led me back to being an omnivore. So, my love of bacon and love of veggies collided, and here we are. The food is great. The pictures, so-so.
xoxo, Leah