Fun fact


If you feel like time traveling back to when you were 12, then I have the perfect recipe for you. Lets get our bikes, Polly Pockets, Ranger Ricks, Pokemon cards, (I may be the only person alive that still played with Pokemon cards in their 20’s. I have younger siblings and they taught me how to properly play, I was HOOKED! It was so much fun) and jelly shoes on, because it’s time to make a bite size treat fit for 12 year old royalty. I most definitely showed my age with this paragraph.

Mini Banana Splits

  • Banana (or two..depending on how wild you’re feeling)
  • Chocolate
  • Sprinkles (or just steal a rainbow and put it in a blender)
  • Ice cream
  • Whipped cream
  • Fruit

First things first..cut your bananas into pieces, but keep the skin on while you hollow out the top! Otherwise the banana falls apart.

Use any device you’d like. All I could find was this anal probe in my moms kitchen. I kid, I don’t know what it is..but it looks like a torture device. It worked perfectly though. Now you’re ready for the best part.

Melt the chocolate, dip the bottom of the banana, and then roll it in sprinkles.

Now you’re ready to assemble. Take whatever ice cream you prefer (dairy, soy, almond, coconut, cat milk) and put a plop right into the hollowed hole.


Then take whatever whipped cream you prefer (dairy, or vegan friendly) and swirl some of that on top of the cat milk ice cream.

Once that’s done, you pick the fruit for the topping. I hate cherries, so I went with frozen blueberries. I chose those because A.) I hate cherries, and B.) That’s all I had.


You can either be greedy and eat all four pieces alone, or share with your grubby friends. Make sure they trade you one holographic Pokemon card for EACH banana bite. They’re fun to make I promise.

One time when I was in the 12yr old range, I wanted to play outside with my friends so bad I ignored the fact that I had to go to the bathroom (raise your hand if you know where this is going.) I stayed outside for hours riding my bike until I couldn’t hold it anymore. I ran inside only to find that I had waited too long. I had no choice but to stand in the tub, overalls fully in tact..and let the fluids run. I was now the only 12 yr old in my hood that peed their pants. Obviously I have a lot of cool points accumulated from my adolescence.

Q: Share a funny story about your pre-teen years! 

Just Keep Running

It’s official, I am in the running club. I have finally run my first “race.” Yesterday I participated in my first 5K. I woke up to have an energetic breakfast of skittles, cake, and coffee..but my mom said that wouldn’t be a very wise option. So I had pancakes and eggs instead. 

I got to the event early to see all the people and booths along the streets. It was 40ish degrees so we had to go back to the car to thaw out a few times..but you’d never know we were shaking in out boots..OK I was shaking in my boots and was whining inside like a little girl. I couldn’t let my cold bones show with all these children around..they would surely point and laugh at me. 

Pre race snap shot. I of course looked like this after the run too, but not really..more like a wet rat that was excited after finding a scrap of cheese. My cheese was obviously finishing the run within my goal. I wanted to finish 3.1 miles in under 30 min, and I finished in 29:13. PLUS there was some incline for at least half the and hills are not friends but I suckered through it. 

Let the running number collection begin! 


Post race (and post shower) I rocked my new t-shirt and headed out to eat some salad mountains. 

Two salad mountain faces and 4 breadsticks later I was in the most rewarding food coma. Fun fact: I hate when anything other than salad touches my salad..the plate is reserved for salad and salad toppings only aka lettuce’s, veggies, cheese’s, and croutons. Other salads like pasta salad and potato salad must have separate plates or containers. Otherwise I get angry and smash through walls. 

My plan of running one race a month is still in play. I want to make a dress out of all my running numbers and wear it everyday to high end parties and jazz clubs. 

Q: Do you care if your food touches?