So it’s not exactly a secret, but I do feel like I need to get something off my chest—I love food. I would love to be able to say that it’s a cute problem, like the kind of problem that’s not actually a problem, but it isn’t. This is a safe space, so let’s be honest, mixing peanut butter into my Rocky Road at twelve a.m. will never be cute. I know what you’re thinking too, that is definitely weird enough to be completely true. It is true, and I know first hand that those seemingly contradictory ingredients blend into a gooey, peanut buttery, smooth, chocolate, chunky concoction. I also know firsthand how food can help a small town kid from rural Colorado can blend with vibrant life in LA and at Oxy.
Coming from a small town with only two four-lane roads, Los Angeles was a...Read More