on domestication

One of my favorite things about cohabitation has been cooking.

Is that weird? I think maybe that's one of those faux pas things I'm not actually supposed to admit to. Everyone complains about having to cook dinner, right? Sorry all, maybe I am the freak of nature, I actually look forward to it.

Back when I lived alone I'd try out a recipe here and there, but mostly I made small simple meals that didn't include leftovers because, well, because I hated leftovers. It also wasn't very fun to spend an hour in the kitchen crafting some satiable bounty that only your dog and your instagram followers got to revel in the beauty of. 

I cook dinner for us 3 to 4 evenings a week most weeks, and have a growing repertoire of favorites. 
If you're ready for a real shocker, get this... I've even started using a crockpot.
Yep, you heard right, the self-proclaimed anti-crocker has converted. I'm still pretty selective, it's usually for pulled pork or any type of shredded meat dishes but hey it's a start right? 

Sigh, so this is 30. Domestication. Blogging about how I use a crock pot.

My how things have changed


Northern Africa on the horizon

A week from today we'll be wrapping up our projects at work, setting our Out of Offices and scrambling to start on that last minute packing.

Then Saturday it's wheels up for Morocco. (Well, technically it's wheels up for Barcelona but those few days we are spending amongst the land of Catalonia isn't the highlight of this trip for me haha!)

Aside from the insane level of excitement I have to finally visit Morocco, this trip also holds another special place in my heart. This trip will mark my 6th continent, and the last big adventure before turning 30.

Judging by every photo I've seen of the country, I'm likely to either A) fall so in love I never want to return or B) buy SO MUCH STUFF in the souks I'm going to have to find a shipping container to send it all back stateside.

If anyone has any tips/must-see's/must-do's send them my way... I'm all ears! We will be spending about 2.5 days in Barcelona total, and a week in Morocco


Well, it's been over a year now of living together and we haven't killed each other so, quite frankly, that's worth a blog post... no?

Actually (wait for it, most cliche blogger line coming right up) I miss this place. I think writing was always therapeutic for me. That and it helped me not forget every single thing.

Or maybe I'm just waxing nostalgic as that infamous 30th birthday starts to sneak closer. Have I even accomplished enough in life to be given the 3-decade-trophy? I mean, if I didn't blog it, it probably didn't even happen - right?!

Anyways, I may pop around these parts a little more often nowadays. Not only do we live on the most fascinating street in Indianapolis, I've also hopped a few other continents, learned how to actually put away laundry, perfected a few signature dishes and other noteworthy things worth sharing. (Although, I cannot for the life of me find the coding to remove these chevrons from my blog background so if anyone can accomplish that feat throw me a line)

Until next time, adios amigos!