Makin’ Norwegian lefse and listenin’ to Irish jigs

We are very dedicated potato people.

Five days to #Memester!

Six days to #Memester!

krumkake (say it with me: CRUMB caca):

a thin, crispy, bigger-than-your-hand Norwegian waffle cookie rolled into an unwieldy cone shape for two purposes: 1) to fool you into thinking it can hold ice cream or any other delicious treat without crumbling all over everything the second you try to eat or even hold it; 2) to crumble all over everything the second you try to eat or even hold it anyway

When you have an inordinate amount of broken Christmas cookies and you overestimated how much frosting you’d need to decorate them, it’s a crime to waste it all

And while it’s not technically a crime to ugly-shame the Frankenstein frosted cookies you creatively—and heroically, imho—salvage from the carnage, it’s still terribly rude.

Goodbye, beloved Disney World!

You may have filled me with too many carbs and made my feet hurt and given me painful runner chafing in unmentionable places, but I just can’t quit you and I intend to drag a whole posse of runners back for a visit in 2020.

Make up your mind, Disney: WHICH HOLIDAY ARE WE CELEBRATING?

Also: super-uncomfortable butterfly chair!

NIR! VA! NA!

And a new favorite word.

#HowToTurn50 #AndCarbOutLikeASelfControllessPig

Urp

When you skip the gym to meet with your tax accountant whose office happens to be right next to a Dunkin’ Donuts, you might as well go full not-workout and buy three dozen delicious piles of carbs, fat and sugar for yourself. I mean for your office.

Norwegian food x Thanksgiving food

= relentlessly beige eatin’, except for the Jell-O