I think I've mentioned my obsession with sweet potatoes one or twenty-five times before. I've also way overdone the joke about potentially turning orange because of my obsession, but really. I think I am going to turn orange. Here's my favorite way to cook them (recipe created by The Famous Freddiehusband Chef). Preheat over to 450. Cut sweet potatoes into small pieces. Put pieces in a gallon bag. Pour oil of choice, Italian seasoning, cumin, and garlic salt in bag. Just eyeball it and decide when the bag of spices and sweet pots smells amazing. Shake, shake, and shizzake that bag. Put on baking sheet and cook on one side for 20 minutes. Scrape and flip pieces. Cook for another 20 minutes. Eat all of them sweet potatoes and have no regrets.
tip: you can use anywhere from one sweet potato to ten. I suggest using as many as you think your tummy can possible handle.
Lots and lots and lots of Pilates classes. In my crazy mind I thought that once I was on a regular teaching schedule that I wouldn't be hitting the books as much. HA. Mark this down as the first and only time I was ever wrong. But yeah, I was super wrong. Our dining room and/or coffee table pretty much always look like that.
Blog truth: I just lit a candle so I could have an answer to this that didn't read along the line of: erm, nothing. So, blog world, I am smelling a delicious non-apple-y, cinnamon-y candle.
Mr. Lupe. Or Lups as he is formally called around here. I never ever ever ever ever ever (add another fifty evers) thought I would want a dog or be a dog person, but this dog makes me want to cuddle and snuggle and squeeze the crap outta him. The crap! Outta him! All day long! Hesjustsocuteallthedangtimehowisitevenlegal <<to be read without taking a breath and in a baby voice.
We leave bright and early Friday morning for a crazy, fun-filled week. Emphasis on the crazy and the fun parts. BIG EMPHASIS ON THE CRAZY AND FUN PARTS! We start in Asheville for a friend reunion and some fall weather (because green leaves are still a thing here in Houston. Eye roll), next Charleston so the hole in my heart since we moved can get