More pesto with basil fresh and warm from the garden — for portabello pesto pizza
Strawberries fresh from the market — for my sweet tooth
Double chocolate chunk cookies — as bribes for good behavior with the gardening kids
Yesterday, a friend on Facebook posted she was having Slimfast for dinner. I cringed. I’ve had such things for dinner before and probably will again, but ew. The chalkiness, the complete lack of satisfaction, the nonsense behind such products that make us think they make us healtheir. I cannot pronounce the majority of the ingredients.
I simply feel incredibly fortunate to have this hunger for real, whole foods. You know, with ingredients such as strawberries. Basil. Garlic. Walnuts. Olive Oil. No fine print required. It hasn’t always been this way. There was a time I very happily lived on $.69 bean burritos from Taco Bell. I honestly cannot tell you the last time I ate fast food, other than the occasional Rubio’s splurge. I’m no where near the sustainability and domestic creativity of that Finny, but I’m hopeful those meal-in-a-can/bar days are behind me.