I am a mountain eater. I am the stuff of nightmares.
I just bought a case of baby food, rinsed out two jars and filled them with ranch dressing to chug. EVERYTHING IS TOTALLY NORMAL.
No one in Rogers Park cares about my Whole30 goals. No one is impressed. Here's some soup bones and you know what? Here's some neck bones, too. That'll be about four damn dollars. Go away.