This post has been a long time coming…which isn’t fair to it because we all deserve to come *winky wink*… often!
I remember the first Jack Daniel’s BBQ event and my boo thang Shella was handling the marketing…we needed to squeeze in some actual face time and she needed to give the product to some food bloggers to create hype for the event so naturally we had a “working lunch” that is if you’d call lunch at The Alchemist on a saturday with our babies tagging along as working lunch… wait I think I just described my perfect work scenario!….“what have I been doing with my life??!! Continue reading
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
Where does one sign up for ancestors who want you to go to Naples to eat pizza?!!!!
Posh is technically my cousin, but in all senses of word, she’s my sister I mean look at us we look like we came from the same pea pod!!). Well she and I had made plans for her come to my home with her gorgeous daughters Emma & Maya… the aim was to have a room full of gorgeousness …. and in the process of basking in the gorgeousness we’d squeeze in some catching up (for Zizmaroo and her cousins) as the mommy’s played with lego’s and braided each others hair. I mean not to toot our family horn but TOOT TOOT! Our gene pool is crazy out of control! SOMEBODY HOSE ME DOWN! its getting…whatever the opposite of sub-zero cool is… in here!!
Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five…like the time I bit Posh’s back in a fight over God knows what!!! Ah! memories!
I am going bananas… That’s what I say to my bananas before I leave the house!
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!!!! Shella don’t Kill me for divulging this on my very important blog that will one day have millions of readers! hahahaha! Next time retain me as your lawyer…or shrink if you want our pinterest conversations to be kept confidential!!! … back to the point I was getting at – ever since I watched Finding Nemo with Shella, Bambam and Zizmaroo, I have been experiencing ‘Dory’- like lapses of memory! What I really meant to say was there’s a
bun banana cake in my oven! Don’t pop the champagne yet!….before I delve into the banana bread post allow me to share life tip #1 👇
Never make eye contact when eating a banana!
Mphhhhh… I wonder why!!
While we are on the subject I thought I would share some tips on how to eat a banana … You’ve been doing it wrong!!!