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Fucking, pray for me

Track my progress as I die slowly!

The houseboat and I are moving to North Carolina in less than a month. And by moving I mean we are fucking driving to North Carolina in less than a month with three animals in the back seat of my sweet whip (mom-mobile Volvo). Here is the map to Mordor:

FUCK. I’m posing this picture so you know where to start the search for my decomposing remains when I throw myself out the car window after three days. I know in all the indie movies that its super cool to just ‘get in a car and go anywhere’ and ‘not shower for a month’ and ‘sit still until you have lesions on your ass’ but I’ll be honest this is not my cup of tea. Do you know how often I have to pee? God damnit.

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Mauna Loa

It took me so long to get this shot that I ended up needing to pee on the side of the road while my camera was in the middle of capturing the long exposure. #truestruggles

Cooking Internationally at Home: Italian

Essentials of Italian Cooking – Marcella Hazan

I am obsessed with this cook book. Though it pains me in my loins to not just DUMP garlic in every dish we make, I’ve never made something that didn’t come out melting panties. There are SO many Italian cook books out there, but after spending some time old Italian cities, the new shiny ones with lots of pretty pictures and young white people on the cover just didn’t seem authentic. I don’t want your interpretation of your old Italian grandma’s dishes from the motherland, I want the original, granny smacking your knuckles with the rolling pin if you touch the fresh cannolis, original.

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Eat Like a Local

Picture, if you will (just fucking do it), the super fluffy, neon, Day Glow colored, stacked 10 miles high gelato stands on the perimeters of famous European churches, river fronts, or central squares. Gelato is supposed to be, uh, ~frozen~, so you should be concerned if the gelato you’re looking at is stacked so high without melting. Also, they just keep adding that stuff on top to make it look worth of an Instagram post, but you’re actually served the old stuff at the bottom. Its genuinely full of weird chemicals to prevent it from melting and tastes like cold butt fungus.

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