I can practically feel your darling little faces asking what happened to the fun me.
You know, the me who was all, “Hey party people, butter-flavored ice cream: we’re gonna put that on a baguette like it ain’t nothing” last week.
She won’t be gone for long. Meanwhile, hear me out: Balance isn’t just for adorable circus animals. Sometimes we have to do that thing where we try to avoid death by heart attack at 35, right? Because–who knows–maybe 36 will be THE year we finally get the hang of liquid eyeliner or grow a solid beard or whatever. Aspirations: we’ve all got ‘em.
I can’t live (for very long, anyway) on cake, and neither can you, probably.
This isn’t even the kind of salad that needs me to make excuses for it. It’s an interesting one–an exciting one, I’d venture to say. Ripe strawberries, crisp haricots verts, toasted almonds, shaved raw leeks (!), plus a sweet-tangy dressing with poppy and sesame seeds galore: this is worlds away from a sad bowl of sad greens at a sad desk in a sad life.