It only makes sense that New Orleans invented the dish that is by far the most fun to say (pronounced jamba-LAY-a. At the top of your lungs. With Jazz hands.) And it just happens to be fun to make also! Whether you’re cooking solo on a weeknight, post happy hour with your girls, or during a one-on-one iron chef battle with your s.o. (guilty), this guilt free jambalaya is delish, healthy, and so so easy to make.

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I don’t know, you guys. It’s not like I hate John Mayer. In fact, I actually really love him.

I mean, to be honest, Room for Squares was the soundtrack to my summer before college. And I may or may not have been lured into a dorm room and serenaded by a lame college freshman who knew Mayer’s entire catalog by heart.

John and I…it was shameless love.

Hell, I even went to see the guy live. Yes, I was 19 and thought going to see John Mayer drone on and on about undying love was a totally good time.

But over the years I’ve gone through some major changes and so has John. We’ve both grown. Except John’s done so awkwardly. So, so awkwardly.

I thought his John Mayer Trio disheveled look was akin to your little brother discovering jazz and completely adopting the look for a year while he “explored”. Awkward.

His stint with Jessica? Yeah sure, he did it because he could. Still awkward.

Don’t get me started on his comedy career (which I actually find funny, but I think Sarah Silverman is the funniest so….yeah, awkward.)

Need more proof? Fine. Check out this hideous gallery. Read More »