In which a jug of buttermilk makes me nostalgic.

So to celebrate pi day yesterday, I obviously had to make a pie. I wanted a buttermilk pie of some sort, which of course, requires buttermilk, but not nearly the whole bottle. So my good Southern brain naturally went straight to biscuits. Then it went straight to wishing I knew how to make Granny’s biscuits, which will never be recreated upon this earth, sadly. Continue reading

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Tired. Or, I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS

This should be a post about Jessica Jones or how I’m quite enjoying Pierce Brown’s Red Rising series thus far, but the truth is, I’m just too fucking weary. I’m physically exhausted, which seems to be a constant state that I’m sort of used to, but it’s beyond that. Life is winning today, and I’m too tired to fight it.

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