the plant-based food blog
I studied abroad in Italy for about three months the spring semester my sophomore year of college.
Studying abroad was so important for me when choosing a university that I largely based my school decision on the type of study abroad program it had. I was signed up to go to our Italian campus before I even started my freshman year. Needless to say, I’m a planner.Read More
Guys. It’s official: I’m obsessed with Netflix.
I’m a pretty big TV watcher. Regardless of what I’m doing, I almost always have the television on in the background. I wake up in the morning, flip on Food Network while I’m getting ready, keep it on when I’m doing homework or working on Fooduzzi, and watch it while I’m eating dinner. It’s mindless, and honestly, I only end up truly watching it about a quarter of the time anyway. Some may say that it rots brains, but silence is seriously deafening for me. That background white noise is like the cinnamon to my oatmeal – I need it to operate.Read More
Fooduzzi was always a figment of my imagination. “How cool would it be to have my own blog?” is what ran through my head as I poured over pages and pages of Oh She Glows, How Sweet It Is, Sally’s Baking Addiction, & Edible Perspective. Getting to write about something you’re passionate about? And having people actually read it? It all sounded too good to be true.
Although I’m in school for a technology-driven major, I didn’t know the first thing about how to go about hosting my site or designing a theme. Although Fooduzzi was always an idea, it just never seemed like a possibility for me.
Enter: my friend, Mark.Read More
Who loves chocolate?
Who loves chocolate that’s healthy, refined sugar-free, and totally delectable? *obnoxiously raises hand*
If you’re looking for a healthy, yet sinfully chocolatey dessert for this Valentine’s Day, look no further than this Whole Food Bark. Guys, I’m telling you: this stuff will bring all the boys to the yard.Read More
Moms are awesome. My mother is absolutely nuts, but it keeps things interesting.
In all honesty, I am ridiculously lucky to have a mom as wonderful as mine. She’s smart, hilarious, and the best role model I could ask for. And she has always given me some kick-butt advice.
For example, when I was younger, she was helping me study for a state capital test. You want to know how I still remember the capital of Kansas? She told me that you don’t want someone TO-PEK at you while you’re on the KAN (For all of you playing along at home, Topeka is the capital of Kansas).
This is my life.Read More
I’m really not the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day.
I just never really saw the point for this holiday. If you truly love the one you’re with, don’t you think that every day should be treated like Valentine’s Day? Do you really need a special day designated for niceness and thoughtful gifts? A single date per year that you decide to bring home flowers for a loved one or choose to have a romantic night out?
Great. Now I’m sounding like my mother.Read More
Tis the season for those little brats who come to our doors and tempt us with those addictive chocolate/coconut/caramel cookies, those better-when-frozen chocolate/mint wafers, and those I-could-eat-1000 oatmeal peanut butter sandwiches. But I’m allowed to call them “brats” because I was one of those brats.
I think it’s kind of ironic that I went into business school after my lack of entrepreneurial prowess in the Girl Scout cookie trade. I always capitalized on my mom and dad bringing the order form into work and getting their co-workers to support their hard-working Girl Scout daughter. But walking around in the cold, knocking on doors, and having conversations with people I would otherwise never talk to? Yeah, that didn’t sound so fun.Read More
I adore Super Bowl Sunday. A bunch of grown-@$$ adults losing their minds over the actions of men in tights. Oh, America.
In all seriousness though, the Super Bowl is a huge deal in Pittsburgh. Obviously, it would be a much bigger deal had the good ol’ black & gold been represented, but it just wasn’t their year. Yet again. I’m not bitter…
But I digress.Read More
