Quickie Berry Cobbler

“You won’t post it. It’s not healthy.” she said. I immediately thought back to things like the Stuffed Camel recipe. That wasn’t exactly healthy either, but what a night that turned out to be.

“It doesn’t always have to be about good health. Some people enjoy cheat meals.” I replied.

“Not you. You’re too disciplined for that.” she rebutted without hesitation. She was right. Discipline was definitely the facade I maintained to others. The truth was fear. I knew that if I indulged even once that my willpower would cave and I would eat everything in sight. I had convinced my brain ages ago it was simply easier to not indulge at all.

“It’s a nice looking cobbler. They’ll thank you for it.” I smirked, knowing she hated any type of spotlight whatsoever.

“We’ll see.” she smirked back, a slight smolder in her eyes.

Continue reading

Healthy Donuts

I started my rehearsed introduction as I smiled, lifting the plate of donuts up slowly as I spoke, “Today I’d like to show you how to make …”

“Oh c’mon!” someone in the audience screamed. “Healthy donuts? Seriously? Gimme a break, Roc!”

I awoke abruptly, concerned by the dream. Why was I on a cooking show? Why was someone badmouthing me? Why wasn’t I throwing donuts at him? Continue reading

Shut the Fucupcakes

“I’d eat healthy but everything tastes so bland. I need flavour.”

I had heard this, or similar phrases, long enough. I was sick of it. It infuriated me. Healthy eating has never been about denying yourself good tasting things. It’s about educating yourself on how to make tasty things with healthier ingredients. Sigh. I swear some days I’d be better off just smashing my head against the wall repeatedly. Continue reading

Recipe – A Piece of Tail

So many things in this life are subjective.

It wasn’t too long ago I was enjoying some downtime on a lowsec terrestrial world. This particular world was only about 30% water based which left for a thin atmosphere and given its far proximity from the system’s sun, most natural water bodies were frozen most of the year.

One evening I paid an unbelievable amount of ISK for a local delicacy, something I would’ve paid ten times less for on a more bountiful planet. Supply and demand at its best. I only hoped it tasted worth the price.

It did. Continue reading