Month: May 2015

I hate humidity. I hate it more than slow walkers, asking people for favors, and not being able to eat Blue Bell ice cream with the cobbler I made a few days ago. I talk my fair share of trash about Clovis, but usually our humidity levels are so low we all shed our skin… Continue reading Ace of Cakes…Seriously.

When I was a child, I was an extremely picky eater. When we went to places like the Olive Garden, a Japanese steakhouse, or even a sub-par fast food join in my eyes, my parents always had to bring in a McDonald's Happy Meal for me. I would eat most things my mother made at… Continue reading My Sopapilla Awakening

For as long as I've been living on this planet, I have spent all but one year living in the south. I've grown up with a fond appreciation and respect for the various cultures that make up the great state of Texas and the, well, state of New Mexico. I have long been in love… Continue reading I Love a Good Fiesta!