Being a superfood junkie, as I am, you know that I am all over the berries when they start showing their sweet, shiny curves at the market. Locally grown, seasonal, and delicious superfoods are as sexy to me as a man in bottom delighting jeans, a just small enough white t-shirt just and flip flops. I’ll take a heaping serving of both, thank you very much.

Dinner on Sunday is the way we go with my family and I am usually pooped out come Sunday night as my Sunday is like most people’s Wednesday in my work week and I am often put in charge of one dish or another. When, after a particularly hectic day, my momma declared “Meghan, you are in charge of dessert”, I did that thing that parents the world over hate that their kids do. I walked into my parents kitchen, opened the fridge, stared in and waited for a pile of ingredients to dance their merry dance together and proclaim themselves the perfect combination of things to make the perfect thing with.