You know those days when you wake up and you’re absolutely, irrevocably, 100% determined to make ALL THE THINGS? And nothing can or will stop you. Kind of like on Thanksgiving, but not. Because this is just a random Wednesday morning and you have IDEAS. All of a sudden, you’re flooded with all this recipe inspiration. Stuff that maybe you’ve been subconsciously saving up all week, just to torture yourself. I mean when you think about it, thrusting yourself elbow-deep in pie crust, failed hummus and experimental cupcakes could definitely be perceived as a brutal form of self-harm.

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You know  what’s really crazy? How we’re almost halfway through November. It’s like WHAAAAT. I feel so transcendent sometimes – like yesterday I couldn’t even remember if Halloween had already happened or not, and most days I don’t know even know what year it is. Maybe this isn’t such a bad thing, though – I mean, who needs to know what day it is, anyway? Unless, of course, people start randomly showing up at your house and you’re like, holy smokes, it’s thanksgiving! Totally didn’t see that one coming. For real, the only thing I’m eagerly anticipating thanksgiving for is this cake. The end.

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There’s this despairing moment after making food. It comes approximately two seconds after you give the tray of raw cookie dough/brownies/blondies a chiding smile and nudge them into the oven, ease the door shut and set the timer for a carefully-designated amount of time. And then you turn back to the counter and take a deep breath, and you kind of just want to leave. Like a spoiled little child and come back when the cookies are done. Because it’s clean up time. (Cookies aren’t even a good example though because at least in that case you can munch on the next tray of raw cookie dough whilst you clean up. So that makes it kind of more bearable.)

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Okay, so today we’re obviously doing something a little different. You may or may not have heard about this thing that’s going around: Behind the Scenes Blog Tour. (Thank you, Annie, Holly and Chelsea for nominating me!) Yeah, the concept is pretty awesome (props to whoever came up with it!) Basically I’m going to start ranting about what it’s like to blog… as if you haven’t already been forced to read this many, many times. OKAY. Let’s get started. First I think it’s kind of vital to mention that I would’ve loved to show you a photo of my kitchen (!!!) but I’m not going to. Instead I’m going to eventually conclude my reno series that maybe you old-timers know about, because it’s been almost like… *coughs out dust* A WHOLE YEAR? If you see this disobedient brat called Time run by at all, let me know. She deserves a good hard spanking.

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[via summer]

So yeah. It’s been over a year since I started this blog (craaazaaay, right? it seems so to me) and I know this is going to sound SUPER CLICHE and I might just regret saying it after I pen (ahhum type) the words. I’ve learned so much since I started blogging. It’s given me a chance to kind of sit back and share little bits and pieces of my world with you guys. It’s given me a place to rant, tell stories, learn about photography, laugh at myself and even vent a little bit.  And above all, it’s brought some inspiring and beautiful people into my life. I don’t really know where I would be if I didn’t start blogging. GAH. Okay. I meant every word of that, I did. Even though it was really cliche. DON’T SAY IT WASN’T – I know the truth. So there.

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I can’t be left alone in a grocery store. Especially when it’s a super-size grocery store (A WHOLE HOUR’S DRIVE AWAY) with a giant bulk foods department and 20 different varieties of local organic kale and maple toasted coconut WHAT and you don’t choose between which brand of canned chickpeas you want to buy, you choose between with organic brand you want to buy because that’s all they sell and oh my gosh Woodstock frozen berries are on sale and they have every kind of coconut milk ice cream everrrrr! This is why I can’t be trusted to shop alone. Whilst my mom and sister waltz off to American Eagle with iced coffees in hand, the partay begins. I know, I’m bad. But I can’t help it.

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I can explain. Okay actually, maybe I can’t. I wasn’t the only one who was hesitant about opening the first can of pumpkin this year, was I? Was I. Seriously, it seems like homemade pumpkin puree might be a good idea. Imagine how incredible one’s house would smell. Almost as incredible as if one were to make these doughnuts. I swear on my honor, you are going to agree.

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