Recent realization: the desire to eat something different at every meal is not universal.
Also, thinking about ways to turn raw coconut into various vegan meat-stuffs while silently gazing off into the distance at a river-party is atypical.
I recently bought this book and was shocked that Logan found it both weird and boring. There are all sorts of dancing hot dogs / birds with boobs in there, idk what’s boring about that!
But, I also get personally offended when people don’t understand why I categorize them by the Hogwarts house I think suits them best (whispering *such a Ravenclaw* under my breath).
At this point in my life I’ve accepted that my brain is basically a fruit-salad composed of the following ingredients.
1 cup poetry
1/4 cup yoga poses that look like bavarian pretzels
1/8 cup coconut oil
1 scant tablespoon “hugging immediately after introducing myself to you”
1 quart trying to explain what being a professional food blogger means
1 cup “hey logan what do you want for dinner jk i just want to make out”
2 teaspoons subconsciously planning new vegan mac n cheese recipes
1 box of avocados 1 VW bus full of avocados
1 bushel hand dyed indigo linen hand towels (in my online shopping cart at Anthro)
1 gallon downplaying my own achievements to make other people feel good (I know that’s not how it works though)
4 ounces avoiding having to learn how to make gluten free bread
1 cup chemex brewed coffee no more no less
handful fresh basil from my garden
dash getting miffed at being called “granola” while I’m eating granola
pinch stalking other food bloggers instagram feeds for inspiration
*optional garnish: snapping food in ugly light, solo kitchen dance party, oregano blossoms