Sweet Trash turns 1 today!
365 days of prep lists, consult calls, grocery store parking lot breakfasts, bachelorette parties, shooting out of bed at 4am because you forgot to order napkins, drinking/eating everything out of a quart deli, preference sheets, forgotten kitchen towels, prepping in the dark, stained aprons (favorite is still a $3 restaurant depot number despite being gifted so many fancy ones)
I live for food, and the fact that I get to be around it every day is a greasy, spicy, crispy dream from which I refuse to wake up 🍗
This year I rolled the dice and got a fucking Yahtzee. I get to give your aunt the night off from cooking for the whole family so she gets to actually hang out and hear all the gossip. I get to surprise your dad who thought you were just gonna take him to The Cheesecake Factory for his birthday again. I get to fill your fridge for the week so you can just get home and curl up with your dog and watch a bunch of YouTube videos about the weird creatures that live in the dark at the very bottom of the ocean.
Thank you for having me, for eating things I made, for telling me it tasted like your childhood, for causing me to tear up in your pantry and pretending it was the shallot’s fault. I can’t wait to feed you next year.
