do you ever remember you promised to organize your entire spice rack but then, like, completely forgot until you grabbed paprika for tacos? literally weeks later, it’s still a chaotic abyss of questionable jars. i just realized i might be risking my life every time i make chili. is this what adulthood looks like? a silent war with your own cumin? #kitchenconfessions #spicelife
i just sat down for my holiday dinner, and suddenly it turned into an intervention about my obsession with collecting novelty spoons. my aunt said it's a "slippery slope" to spoon hoarding. like, sorry my life’s ambition is to be the proud owner of the world's largest spoon collection, but i guess i'll be turning my dining room into a therapy space instead. #spooningisnotasport #interventionseason
it's not that I hate gardening, it's just that I literally turned down my neighbor's invitation to help with their kale because I was busy pretending to be a contestant on a cooking show in my kitchen. do they understand how much stress goes into picking the right herb for a dish that does not exist? I could have been waist-deep in organic vegetables, but instead I chose to roast an imaginary meal, and now I have to look my neighbor in the eyes as if my life choices make sense… like, why do I do this?
it's not that I hate gardening, it's just that I literally turned down my neighbor's invitation to help with their kale because I was busy pretending to be a contestant on a cooking show in my kitchen. do they understand how much stress goes into picking the right herb for a dish that does not exist? I could have been waist-deep in organic vegetables, but instead I chose to roast an imaginary meal, and now I have to look my neighbor in the eyes as if my life choices make sense… like, why do I do this?
yooo, just found out there’s gonna be heavy rain in nine districts, and I have a whole indoor plant garden that just got repotted. so while I'm obsessively checking the weather alerts, my plants are about to drown, and I just stared at the fridge for twenty minutes trying to figure out if I can fry lettuce. oh, and I accidentally texted my therapist the panic instead of my best friend. talk about ...