Nostalgia, in a bowl

In my mind, the meal-in-a-bowl is a quintessential young person thing. I always imagined true adulthood as at time when you start eating off of plates, large ones, piled with the main food groups. You might put a salad in a bowl, but that’s on the side. Never the main event. Here’s the thing though:… Continue reading Nostalgia, in a bowl