Summer

So, you’ve woken up with a stomach that’s growling louder than a lawnmower, and the thought of flipping individual pancakes […]

Look, I get it. You’re staring at your fridge, the fridge is staring back at you, and you’re both disappointed.

So, you’re staring at a pack of chicken breasts and a head of broccoli, wondering how to turn them into

So, your stomach is growling, your energy is at a zero, and the thought of chopping a million tiny vegetables

So, your fridge is looking a bit depressing, your energy levels are hovering somewhere near “slug,” and the idea of

So, your kitchen is calling your name, but your motivation is currently hiding somewhere under the couch? I feel you.

So, you’re craving a pizza but the delivery guy is thirty miles away and your bank account is currently screaming

So, you’re craving a cheesy, saucy hug in a pan but your brain has approximately zero bandwidth for “fancy” cooking?

So, you’re craving that soul-hugging warmth of a pot pie, but you don’t want to commit to a giant, family-sized

So, your stomach is growling, your fridge is looking a bit judgmental, and the thought of standing over a stove

So, you’re standing in front of the fridge, staring into the abyss, and your stomach is doing that weird growly

So, you’re standing in front of your fridge, staring at a bag of green beans like they’re a math equation