Faking It

I love to read. I love to read anything. And I really like biographies, especially lately. For some reason I've been picking them up without knowing what they are. I know that sounds odd, you would know a biography when you see it. Except that I don't. "The Boys of my Youth" by Jo Ann Beard and "Driving with Dead People" by Monica Holloway made it onto my shelf without me knowing what they were; but I've also read "Lucky" by Alice Sebold and "The Mistresses Daughter" by A.M. Homes in the last 6 months. For whatever reason, I respond to them when I see them on the shelf. (P.S. I'm also promoting all of the above if you need something to read. All = awesome!!) The nature of all writing is expository, I think. Even in fiction you, as a reader, always learn more about the author than they probably meant. And when it's intentional, when a writer deliberately let's you in on whatever secrets they have, the amount of restraint th

So I haven't updated in forever. I'm busy. And yet, not a whole lot to write home about. So I'm going to do some recipe type stuff because that's always fun! So if you know me for all of 2 seconds you know I like to bake and all that domestic-y stuff even if it doesn't always work out for me. But I've been making a lot of jello shots lately. And they're actually super easy and SUPER fun! I LOVE jello shots! And these ones appeared to go over really well. I mean REALLY really well. But every time I buy jello at the grocery store, the clerk always says to me something along the lines of "yeah jello shots!" and "what time's the party?!" Seriously?! Couldn't I just be buying jello? I like jello! I could have a kid that eats jello! I must just look like a boozer. Anyway, I've included a recipe for Fuzzy Navel jello shots--there's a bit of a tropical twist to them, but they're still super delicious! Fuzzy Navel Jello Shots: