For someone who has been dancing approximately 300 hours a day (give or take) recently, I’ve been feeling unhealthier than ever as of late.
This week, I needed a clean food intervention…
Bake it up, Baby
by Medha 48 Comments
For someone who has been dancing approximately 300 hours a day (give or take) recently, I’ve been feeling unhealthier than ever as of late.
This week, I needed a clean food intervention…
by Medha 26 Comments
Hi, my name is Medha, and I have a long title problem.
I guess it’s not all bad. I mean now you know exactly what’s in this salad. You don’t even need to read this post. (Please read this post)…
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Yeah, I know the name of this post is totally ridiculous.
I mean it’s a ridiculously delicious meal so it 100% deserves the name, okay….
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Don’t roll your eyes at me. I know what you’re thinking.
You’re visualizing grayish macerated rubber with some chopped, unrecognizable vegetables…
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This post was not in the lineup. And if you know me, I have a list or calendar for everything.
But this past weekend I was in West Palm Beach down in Florida and I visited an all-around great coffee shop. It’s called Subculture Coffee, and it’s as hipster as the name suggests. I was pretty excited to see that they had an array of raw vegan cookies, and grabbed a box…
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I’m a sucker for colorful things.
And I love when pretty things are vibrant for a reason. You know where I’m going with this, and if you don’t, let me spell it out for you…
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Get ready, it’s 4th of July week.
Okay, I’m not going to be posting a recipe every day or anything, but I’m particularly excited for this Independence Day because I’m going on vacation…
by Medha 51 Comments
Sometimes, you want pasta without tomato all over it.
Am I the only one who feels like this? There are days when I want my big bowl of carbs, but I want tomatoes to stay the hell away from it…
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I love the beach.
I am a summer girl. I love sand beneath my feet, fresh fruit, the smell of sunscreen, the salty waves. All that jazz…