Food

I used to think that being “eco-friendly” meant buying expensive glass canisters and spending my entire Sunday meal-prepping elaborate organic […]

I grew up watching my mom try to juggle a full-time shift with making sure we actually ate something decent

I grew up watching my mom try to play Tetris with a grocery budget that never quite matched the reality

I used to think that “meal prepping” meant spending my entire Sunday hunched over a kitchen island, surrounded by twenty

I used to spend my Sunday nights staring at a screen, scrolling through food blogs that required a three-page backstory

I spent most of my early twenties staring down a bowl of limp arugula and wilted cucumbers, wondering why I

I grew up in a house where “waste not, want not” wasn’t a trendy Pinterest aesthetic; it was just how

I grew up in a kitchen where we didn’t have the luxury of “brunch culture” or expensive non-stick pans that

I used to think meal prepping meant spending my entire Sunday afternoon hovering over a stove, surrounded by Tupperware and

I spent most of my childhood watching my mom try to make a single box of spaghetti stretch for three