Secrets...

When I don't want to cook I'm either tired or ill. Or just hungover, I become basically selfish.

Never should this reflect your taste in food. Except, we all get the munchies and sometimes it's fine to, you know, just cheat...

Rowan went to an amusement park today. She went with my questionable in laws (they hate me because their son is perfect and I'm the whore of Babylon-update they are coming around-and I love them).

Needless to say, she had a blast.

You would think that this is prime time to make complicated dishes that involve rolling pins, long cooking processes, wine (because the best dishes are made while drinking and cooking with wine) and sweat.

Bah, but it's sleepover night-or it was until she got too tired.

My house is kinda clean and I just wanna drink a beer and nap. No judgement here, I'm tired of the pedestal thing. I'm not perfect and I'm not June Cleaver. I am just a haunted person whom likes to relax. Beginning Monday it will all change. Bring it. I welcome it. Until then cheers and goodnight.

Fast food or takeout for sure.

Chinese it is. Suck it.

- Adree Does Eat