Ahh, the grocery store. Land of food, free samples, bird poop-covered shopping baskets, tantrums, potty trips and… the “finish line,” where invariably, I come to some witty conclusion about the world, or just buy some gum. Whatever. Today’s insight is brought to you by the media-starved person I’ve become as I thumb my nose at celebrity gossip. Without further ado… I present, today’s insight: Paula Deen (as pictured on some weird cooking magazine) Looks... 

Plus, a little soft pretzel action on the side… (and then?) pancakes… (and then?) guacamole. Manic cooking sprees rock. There is nothing more fulfilling than a good cooking blog. Nothing. Sadly, this is not a GOOD cooking blog. This is… cooking with Melia. It all started with a bag of apples that were on sale. Apples that my kids promised they would eat. Apples that I knew were destined for greatness within some sort of floury suit of armor because my kids are big liars. Those apples... 

As I was leaving preschool today (for the record, I had decided to chat up the other mom, but we were miles away from each other in a sea of crayons and backpacks, so I’ll have to try again some other day), a mom tried to run me over in the parking lot. I’m sure it was a jealousy thing, based on my supreme awesomeness and lovable nature. I mean, really, I’m competition. She must be a cheerleader. Luckily, I slid over the top of my minivan and landed safely on the other side, where...