Disclaimer: I’m about to share with you a burger recipe that will blow you away and knock your socks…and pants off, so I suggest you find an anchor and carry an extra pair of pants before reading on. Oh! and no cheese was harmed in the making of this burger.
There were times, especially when I was traveling for ‘Eat, Pray, Love,’ when, I swear to God, I would feel this weight of my female ancestors, all those Swedish farmwives from beyond the grave who were like, ‘Go! Go to Naples! Eat more pizza! Go to India, ride an elephant! Do it! Swim in the Indian Ocean. Read those books. Learn a language.’ -Elizabeth Gilberts
Ladies and gentlemen there’s a bun in my oven?????!! (insert expletive!) the contraceptive failed!!!! (shoot me now!) … ever since I watched finding Nemo about a month ago (for the first time!!!)….I do love a good digression … the other day my friend Shella was making reference to the movie Finding Nemo and she said Nimo….as in Wairimu… It’s not her fault you see, her middle name is Njeri After All!!!!