I'm not really the type of girl who spends her whole pay check on a pair of shoes (not that I don't love shoes--I do, but how hard is it to pick a pair of shoes? So hard. I don't even know what kind of shoes I like nor what looks good to me. I wear shoes until they fall apart and then I buy another pair. I'll save the shoe buying stress for every other year thank you very much)
I'm not really the type of girl who spends her whole pay check on a bar tab (not that a night out on the town isn't fun but I only need a couple beers before I start thinking about the possibility of a hangover or a bad night sleep--shut up, I know I'm lame)
I'm not really the type of girl who spends her whole pay check on a trip (although, if I could be any kind of girl--it would be this kind. I just can't choose where to go! Who to visit! What to see! I need to save for a long time when planning an adventure and need to make sure I have dotted my i's and crossed my t's before writing that final check)
I am the kind of girl who spends her whole pay check on produce, cheese, thin crust pizza, craft beers, local milk, fresh flowers, sourdough rye, apple cider and basil.
I love food. I love to cook and I love to eat. I love going out for fancy dinners and not so fancy dinners and I love picking up ingredients at the farmers market to make a meal at home.
There are certain things I'm willing to compromise on but typically, food isn't one of them. I crave fresh ingredients and feel better eating them if I know where they came from. Don't get me wrong, I am as guilty as anyone else in terms of having mac n' cheese for dinner or the occasional diet coke with my lunch but I am going to try as hard as I can to make 2011 filled with as much wholesome food as possible.
(As I write this, there is a bag of York Peppermint Pattys sitting on my nightstand--they are my guilty pleasure, they are not locally grown, they are heavenly--the end.)