Rabbit, Rabbit
Ever since I can remember, well, probably since I was of Disney Channel-viewing age, I’d wake up on the first of the month, and try not to say a peep before I could utter the words “Rabbit, rabbit.”
Ever since I can remember, well, probably since I was of Disney Channel-viewing age, I’d wake up on the first of the month, and try not to say a peep before I could utter the words “Rabbit, rabbit.”
These truly are strange and confusing times (how often have we all written that in an email or caption? It's exhausting).
I'm no expert, but if you're a regular person who couldn't even remotely begin to tell me who Alice Waters is, this post is for you and your kitchen.
Move. Do. Start. Mastery will come, because it's there, concealed inside you, but you gotta polish it up, baby, to see it shine. You have to be willing to make bad stuff, ugly things, total garbage, before things get good.
I'd love to have a nice long chat with whoever decided that "petite" sizes should rarely be offered in anything past a 10.