I had one of those afternoons where only bacon, fried in butter, tossed with pasta for dinner will do.
Sure, there was broccoli in there too, but I fed it to Sammy instead.
And of course, there was wine involved - with my dinner, not Sammy's - and unfortunately, there just wasn't enough.
Emotional eater? What's that?





My name is erika-renee, but call me eka - pronounced "eh-ka." I'm suddenly somehow 32, though I still love pigtails and overalls and silly, happy things. I live north of Boston, and I'm happily married to
I'm a mama!
