For most of my adult life, I’ve considered myself an average cook. Could I cook enough recipes to keep things interesting and edible? Yes. Could I enter a cooking competition or feel thrilled at the idea of cooking for an entire dinner party or holiday get-together? Maybe not. As I’ve gotten older, though, I’ve enjoyed […]
It’s 4 p.m. on a Sunday. You’ve happily wasted the morning, flipping through Fixer Upper re-runs, wondering if you too could someday live in a farm in Waco, Texas (you decide yes, but are still unsure if you could care for goats — you will return to this thought later). You were going to work out, but the only clean workout clothes are those yoga pants you really hate, so you decide to put it off until tomorrow. And suddenly it hits you, a natural instinct so powerful that you’re completely sure you need to turn off the TV and get in your car immediately, Chip & JoJo be damned. You know, deep in your soul, one thing and one thing only: You have to go to Target.