i am in serious need of adult supervision...
since brutalizing the broccoli two nights ago, i have purchased a container of spring mix, forsaking the arugula and spinach and romaines that typically haunt our icebox. my motive was equal parts novelty and transgression, but as i prepared my lunch yesterday, the scope of my folly became apparent. before i knew what happened, i was staring at a monochrome salad, unsure of exactly how i got there. i threw in some carrots in an attempt to add a little color, but the splash of orange only underscored how anemic the leafy greens beneath. it was like looking at a poxy pasty Vermont child in June, or a splotchy French-Canadian on the Florida beach in December...
now i am running amock again, experimenting with your delicious granola recipe. i told you that we were out of agave nectar, but what i did not tell you was that there are no pumpkin seeds, or sunflower seeds, and the maple syrup substitution i made has come up short. worst of all, the safflower oil petered out, and i panicked, glancing back and forth between the peanut and olive varieties. i went with the peanut, but somewhere along the way garam masala entered the picture...
i plan to eat the pasta in the fridge tonight, and i feel confident that my ability to boil water will assist in the process. until we eat again, as ever....
...circles
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