So, don’t tell anyone, but I just got 12 pounds of crack.
Not kidding, 12 pounds. And it’s the good stuff! Pure, not cut with anything. You know how much this could go for on the streets?
Oh yeah…. Feeding my addiction. Family in town = more produce than I know what to do with.
I’m not entirely sure how my parents think I can eat 12 pounds of nectarines. I mean, let’s be honest, I just might, but even for me this is a lot.
When we were kids we’d take turns getting out of the pool to pick fruit for everyone to eat. You’d get all the nectarines/peaches/plums/whatever was ripe and toss them in. My cousin still swears peaches don’t taste right without the coating of pool water.
Who brought me this crack? A young lady who has some addictions of her own
“Hi, my name is monster baby, and I would like some coffee”
See that serious face? This girl means business. She got out the sweet’n’low too. I tried to tell her we could pretend we were having coffee.
She wasn’t impressed.
My little crack dealer also brought me basil, cucumbers, and this box of goodness
So much food. Heck yes.
This morning I made oatmeal full of all that is good
Oats, flax, crack nectarines, peanut butter, cinnamon, brown sugar.
The fiance had oatmeal too. His was as close to candy as possible
Peanut butter and chocolate oats. Coated in agave. Peanut butter makes him a happy man.
Now I’m having some tea because I am FREEZING
Seriously, WTF Portland? Rainy season (aka fall winter and spring) doesn’t start for at least another month. Why am I so cold? My gmail background has been raining for over 24 hours now. And rain = moisture = mold = me sneezing all the time. No hi.
What food is your crack?