The inspiration for this blog came from shitty food blogger recipes littered with ads that require endless scrolling to reach the actual recipe. The ones where somewhere between “When I was a busy mama of three” and “little Brayden wouldn’t nap,” the actual ingredients fell off the page.
I was using such a recipe in December 2025 when cooking for my family. I had an epiphany that somehow, someway, nobody had thought to deliver artfully crafted and tested trail running routes littered with the woes of a melodramatic late-20-something to the masses.
So, here we are. I don’t have ads yet, but I will sell out if somebody wants to give me money.