Four nights ago’s dinner was a salad consisting of broccoli, leftover rice, a diced chicken breast, a few chopped leaves of romaine, some mint, cilantro, scallion, and ginger, tossed in a dressing of soy sauce, sesame oil, agave, and lime juice. I put salad in quotes not because I don’t think this counts as a salad, but when you really think about it, salad can mean anything. Does a salad mean mostly lettuce? Then what about potato salad? Is a salad just a mix of a bunch of things? Is trail mix, then, salad? Isn’t your head spinning just thinking about these questions? These questions, more than any other, that are very, very necessary in the global discourse at this present time in history?
I let my mind travel to profound creative places, and on my journey I stumbled upon a crack in the sidewalk of discovery. Is the chief parameter of what makes a salad a salad… temperature??
[Picking this post up a few days later] I wrote everything you just read above at around 2 am - can you tell??
This was a very good warm salad. Every time I cook broccoli I forget how much I love broccoli, all ways except roasted. With roasted broccoli the florets become like crumbly ashy things that are unpleasant in your mouth! Cancel me, I do not care.
And speaking of not caring, to be honest, I don’t really care anymore about writing about this salad. Everything that’s in it is listed in the first paragraph. I microwaved the broccoli, blah blah. Same old song. Just figure it out.
John and I are seeing The Meg 2 this weekend and I’m deeply excited - it’s unironically a highlight of the summer for me and it hasn’t even happened yet. I have a secret love for big CGI monster movies, and it’s time everyone knew. I told my tattoo artist this today while he was stabbing away at my arm, and he gave me a few polite “mhmm”s and giggles while I mansplained the plot of Rampage. That’s all I ask from the rest of you!!
Dessert was a flourless chocolate cake so simple, I honestly don’t know how anyone could mess it up. It’s an incredible recipe! If you make it, just use good chocolate. Eye roll, I know. Chocolate might be at the very top of the “quality matters” list for me. You can doctor up a lot of subpar ingredients, but it’s very hard to disguise bad chocolate.
Make this cake! And enjoy this cacophony of brown patterns, so ugly it’s almost beautiful?
Today’s tangible things are these two yoga mats that I’m trying to get rid of. Anyone want 2 yoga mats?