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We’d had a really stunning meet-cute. He worked in a supermarket and I was in a season where I was eating all of my feelings, so I saw him multiple times a week. I had saved up for months to buy myself a stand mixer, and I was putting it to use on the regular: cakes, brownies, biscuits. I had a lot of feelings. Plus, a stand mixer had been my dream for so long, I didn’t want to waste a second of our time together. There’s little that I love as much as a kitchen appliance. For years, I’d dreamed of a melon-colored stand mixer and a Vitamix, the superpowered blender that can make everything from ...more
Here for It; Or, How to Save Your Soul in America: Essays
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