So, I finally decided to try solo traveling because TikTok made it look like a spiritual awakening or something. Spoiler alert: it was just me getting lost in the middle of a city where I didn’t speak the language, trying to decipher a menu that looked like hieroglyphics. I ended up ordering what I thought was pasta, and it was… a bowl of fish eyes. Like, who thought to put those in a dish? I have...
Honestly, I just spent 3 hours scrolling through recipes for meals I will NEVER make. Why do I let my Pinterest dreams convince me I'm capable of anything beyond instant noodles and burnt toast? I mean, who am I kidding? I can't even follow a recipe without somehow ending up with a dish that looks like a science experiment gone wrong. And don’t even get me started on the kitchen gadgets. I bought ...
I have a serious question for everyone: why do people act like their love for pineapple on pizza is some kind of revolutionary take? Like, I get it, you're edgy for eating fruit on your savory meal, but can we also admit that it’s just borderline confusing? Are we really here to blur the lines between dessert and dinner? And for the record, if you pull out the "you haven't tried it fresh out of the oven" card, we might need to rethink our whole friendship.
I have a serious question for everyone: why do people act like their love for pineapple on pizza is some kind of revolutionary take? Like, I get it, you're edgy for eating fruit on your savory meal, but can we also admit that it’s just borderline confusing? Are we really here to blur the lines between dessert and dinner? And for the record, if you pull out the "you haven't tried it fresh out of the oven" card, we might need to rethink our whole friendship.
You ever notice how every coffee shop these days is basically a minimalist art gallery that charges you $7 for what is essentially a glorified cup of brown water? I mean, I went in for a "medium black coffee" and left questioning my life choices and bank balance while holding a cup labeled “Psycho Blend.” Also, why do baristas have to give you that judging look when you order a vanilla latte with ...