For better or worse, I’m not always a very good representation of a twenty-something year old girl.
Example: Instead of going out on the town and cutting loose this past Saturday night, I found myself at home, dressed for comfort, braising beef short ribs and cannellini beans.
Sounds more like an activity for your eighty year old nonna than this vibrant young woman. And did I mention I sat around drinking tea and flipping through cookbooks while I waited for my dinner? Oh, well, it’s hip to be square these days, right?