Hey, Nineteen …

Little did I know I may not have a choice.

Whole 30, The Reintro, Or Pain in the Dairy-Air

It sure ain’t worth my looks.

Fear of a Footwear Famine, or Waiting for the Other Shoe to Drop …

If you ever need an emergency can of spaghetti sauce, you know where to turn.


Whole30, Day 12, and the Tennessee Titans

Shockingly enough, I won the entire league by a large margin.

Whole 30, Day 8: The Pluses are Real, but So’s the Cult.

We tripled the amount of garlic called for, and it was so good.