January 20, 2016 § Leave a comment
your potpourri dreams, tablescapes with swan napkins and a blonde wood pepper grinder. your dream is underfoot, is flattened under the weight of this new bamboo placemat made from sustainable eco-goats.
the chair pull itself out and asks, where have you been?
i did the budget today and felt how easy it was. it was so easy. i logged in and thought, this is tedious busywork that i enjoy, and all this time i have mistaken it for a challenge. what is a challenge? how do people stay on track? how do people not dive roll out of moving cars all the time?
i’m going to write a cookbook and name it Gross Recipes from the 70s. i want cottage cheese to make a comeback, egg noodles and golden raisins. i don’t understand the colors from then, because it means that my colors from now have the potential to be putrid and embarrassing.
avocado, mustard, orange
dove, emerald, cobalt.
i want to get back into the gut, stick my hand in the blender and over-enunciate FRAPPE
quinoa chevre bacon sriacha asiago pomegranate streettaco. acai kale flatbread
i’ll see you at the book signing