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>Aunt Flow is making her way into my life once again and during her monthly visits, she likes to bring gifts in the form of cravings. This month is no exception. As of lately, I’ve been eating like my life depended on it and I’ve had NO kind of self control FML. Nothing like having a pot-belly in a bikini! And I have the following items to thank for that …

Sushi Bake: Ever since I was introduced to this about a year ago via Vanessa (Fat), I’ve been hooked. So simple, so good, yet so bad. I swear I can (and probably have) finish an entire tray.


Ingredients: Sushi rice, rice vinegar, mayo, imitation crab meat, furikake, nori, salt and pepper to taste. Bake safe tray. I don’t know how much of what to use, I just estimate.

1) Make sushi rice as directed on the bag. 2) Shred crab meat into thin pieces. 3) Add mayo to crabmeat and taste to your liking. You can add siracha to the mayo if you want a lil’ kick to it. Add salt and pepper if needed. Mix well. 3) When rice is done spread it in your tray so that it covers the entire area. I personally, don’t like it too thick. 4) Put crab/mayo mixture on top. 5) Sprinkle furikake on top. I like A LOT. 6) Bake until … shit I have no idea lol. Not long at all, maybe 15ish minutes? 7) GRUB! We just cut out a square and place it in a square of nori and there you go!

White chocolate w/ rasberry swirl gelatto: I’m not a big chocolate fan (at least not by itself) so when I want something sweet while at work, my first go to is the food court at the mall which is home to a gelatto kiosk that I’ve made very good friends with throughout the years.




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