RecipeMuncher

Stress eating. If stress eating were a military rank, I’d be the Commander-In-Chief. If stress-eating were a popstar thing, I’d have a fragrance, cookware set and shoes baring my signature. If stress eating were an Olympic sport (a real Olympic sport–not one of those namby-pamby ones where artistic merit marks are bought/sold), I’d be a platinum medallist. Yeah. I’m *that* good. Stressors come (...)