Is it just me, or do you guys also get weirdly nostalgic for school lunch even though it was probably just a soggy sandwich and questionable fruit? Like, why do I suddenly feel like a gourmet chef when I open a lunchbox at work? Also, who decided that "adulting" meant giving up on PB&Js? What’s so wrong with a nice, balanced diet of nostalgia and Nutella?
I low-key think my love for cooking is just my way of pretending I have my life together. Like, if I can whip up a mean risotto on a Tuesday night, it’s basically proof I’m an adult, right? Meanwhile, my laundry is still sitting in the corner looking like a modern art installation titled "Denial." And don’t even get me started on how every meal I make is a gamble between gourmet chef and kitchen d...
You ever notice how every time you try to eat healthy, the universe conspires against you? Like I’ll meal prep some quinoa and veggies, feeling all virtuous, and then boom - out of nowhere, my friends invite me to a buffet where the only green thing is the jelly in the dessert. Who knew my willpower was basically a paper towel? Let’s be honest, “cheat day” is just code for “I’m tired of salad and I hate myself for it.”
You ever notice how every time you try to eat healthy, the universe conspires against you? Like I’ll meal prep some quinoa and veggies, feeling all virtuous, and then boom - out of nowhere, my friends invite me to a buffet where the only green thing is the jelly in the dessert. Who knew my willpower was basically a paper towel? Let’s be honest, “cheat day” is just code for “I’m tired of salad and I hate myself for it.”
I have a serious confession: I often judge people by the music they listen to. Like, if you tell me your fave artist is someone completely mainstream and basic, I low-key roll my eyes. But if you drop a name like Sufjan Stevens or Yves Tumor? Instant respect! Why does music taste feel like the new personality test? But then again, I’m probably just bitter because I can’t even carry a tune in a buc...