I’ve never been what you’d call “domestic.”
In my early twenties, I’d sigh loudly and roll my eyes about having to take out the trash or do the dishes.
“I guess I have to do everything myself around here,” I’d mutter under my breath. I lived alone. Continue reading “On housekeeping, and other things I do not do”
“Best Backpacking Meals—You Won’t Believe You Didn’t Think of This!”
Everyone I know is portioning out the ingredients for Mediterranean Pizza Flatbread and wrapping shit in damp paper towels so it’s fresh when they get to camp and piling up sticks for a makeshift dutch oven so they can make cinnamon rolls in the morning. Continue reading “Something smells fishy”
