You all know me well enough to know that I’m a creature of habit. When I find something I like, I stick to it with gusto. Which is great for you know, healthy things like quinoa, but not so good for… oh I don’t know, maybe my daily chocolate honeycomb chunk (new favourite!)?
I have a conundrum. I didn’t know what to call this… beverage. Not that I had many options. What it is is a cereal milk milkshake. But that sounds rather silly, don’t you think? I want to call it a cereal milk shake instead. Which is factually wrong, because the milkshake itself isn’t really made of cereal. It’s made of cereal milk. So, it should be a cereal milk milkshake.
I just don’t like the sound of that.
If you would rather not hear about pee, well, too bad.
To say that I’m a sucker for marketing would be an understatement. I am a marketer’s dream. I buy things on spur of the moment desires. I see what she has, I want it, I buy it (well, within reason). Sometimes, I even buy stuff because I see the package and I like the package. I don’t even know WTF is inside! It’s ridiculous. So you can imagine how difficult it is for me to have a constant stream of can’t-live-without items flowing through my social media channels and even worse, must-have-right-now foods.
Can you believe that in all the time that I have been eating nothing but quinoa for lunch, I’ve not ever had it as a nice cold dessert? Sure I’ve made a quinoa chocolate cake (which I LOVE), but I’m talking like, sweet, in a bowl, covered in berries type of dessert. And to think it was so simple all along. I mean, basically you switch water for coconut milk and voilà!
I am utterly suicidally depressed today. The last four days have been spent in tropical North Queensland, where in winter it’s a perfect blue-skied 27°C with sea breezes lolling me to sleep (in bed, on the balcony, in the hammock, anywhere). But that’s not even why I’m suicidal. We spent the four days with my family, including my beautiful 16 month old niece who’s just started walking and talking (OMGCUTE) and now that I’m home I miss her with a heart ache that I haven’t felt since… since the last time I left her.
Gah, how a little person does this to me, I don’t know. BIG SAD FACE anyway.