Fish salads, for the win.
Sometimes I go through mega mama fish phases. Like right now, in this seriously ridiculous heat, I'm in a total fish phase. And I know that fish has absolutely nothing to do with heat, or the amounts of sweat buckets that spew from my exhausted pores, which I probably shouldn't have typed out just now.
But I'm in it. And I'm going to own it. The fish, not the sweat. Well, okay, I'll own that too. And I'll stop talki... Read More ›
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