In the words of Justin Timberlake, yes, I am telling you all these things are signs. Confused? Well, let me begin.
You know it’s a sign that…
…you have become a true blue food blogger when you take multiple pictures of your food at multiple angles to show your breakfast parfait a la K in all it’s glory.
…a higher power WANTS you to eat ice cream when you head off to take a walk by the lake and you are mysteriously drawn towards the ice cream stand.
…that you can have your greens and eat your chocolate too when you take a chomp outta this guy.
…“It’s not where you live, it’s how you live,” when your eccentrically wonderful uncle leaves a message on your blog.
…wraps are indeed the 8th wonder of the world when you can concoct a yummy mess a la Jess like this one (grill pans may also be the 8th wonder of the world, but we will save that for a later post).
…the world sometimes is out to torture you when you are forced to move into your apartment on a 90 degree, 90% humidity day all by yourself up three flights of stairs.
…it may not be easy being green, but surely being green ensures ultimate deliciousness.
…I have become obsessed with tortillas when I cannot wait to eat them in new and exciting (and obv yummy) ways.
…POM juice was actually made to be put in oats when you concoct something like this:
1/2 cup oats
1/2 cup skim milk
1/4 cup POM juice
1/4 cup nonfat yogurt
2 tbsp. coconut
1/2 cup strawbs
chunk o’ almond buttah
…everything is going to be alright when you find a HOLLY-PRINTED TEA POT on the top shelf, right back corner of your otherwise bare bones apartment. Coincidence? I think not.
…sometimes things need to be more difficult than they are when the public library only allows you 30 minutes of Internet access before kicking you off. Ugh.
Bear with me.