Personal, Puppy

Pep-date

Remember when I posted that I got a new puppy? Oh yeah, September 10th, 2013…the last time I posted on here. Well she’s grown up a bit. She’s now a 50 lb, 1 year old monster. Ok, she’s actually not a monster at all. She’s the best dog. I trained her so well (*dirts off my shoulder*). She is good off-leash and she knows about seven commands (sit, stay, down, paw, high five, up, and speak). I think she also speaks English and understands emotions.

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Food Love, Humor

Similar to the 20 reasons why Pizza is Better than Sex, my love letter to mac and cheese is an open admittance that I am addicted and it feels oh so good.

Dear Mac,

This has been a long time coming. You should have expected this.

You know how beautiful you are in your cheesy, pasta-y glory. You don’t need very many ingredients, but when you do bring friends to the party it’s truly a wonderful event. Even at your worst (in a cardboard cup with Velveeta cheese) you are still quite delicious.

I’m not sure who thought pasta and cheese would be a good combo, but I applaud them. Just kidding, of course I know your birth father. He’s one of our founding fathers (and apparently my Founding Father soul mate, according to Buzzfeed). The glorious Thomas Jefferson. You have such a fantastic father, Mac. I wish I were around during your younger years because I would have been instrumental in your upbringing.

I want you to know that you have been there for me through a lot. During my childhood, your Spongebob Squarepants and Scooby Doo shaped pasta ruled my world. During high school I ate you during many a sports banquet and team sleepover. College involved a lot of your instant and boxed variety (except those special occasions I baked you under a layer of breadcrumbs). Now, well, I’m just maintaining our relationship. I hope you’re cool with that.

I love you. That is all.

Yours truly,

Allie

mac

 

 

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An Open Love Letter to Mac and Cheese

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