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Payday-the epitome of non-chocolate candy bars (plus 1 point for using a SAT vocabulary word in a sentence please, thank you). It is actually the only non-chocolate candy bar I can think of.
Therefore, it deserves its very on clean-copy cat version.
There are certain things that will always correlate with visiting the mall: trying to avoid people you know, clearance racks, the youth, 25 cent gumball machines, throwing pennies into fountains, and Auntie Anne’s.
You can smell Auntie Anne’s eight stores down-the buttery, salty, cinnamon-y sugary goodness. And on the way there you’ll pass Wetzel’s Pretzels without a second glance.
Ah how I love carbs.
Watermelon season is reaching its peak. That means that we need to savor every second of it. And by that, I mean eat as much watermelon as humanly possible while you still can.
In NYC, I saw Watermelon Juice being sold for $5 (or more specifically $4.99). This is just as refreshing without the unecessary high price.
Have you ever invented something only to find out that that thing has already been created? That happens to me everytime I think I come up with a revolutionary idea, for example: dates for caramel? the internet did that. spinach in pesto instead of basil? pssh, old news. Pre-sliced bread? already a thing.
But this is actually the first recipe I created ever (after an over steamed cauliflower incident)- and I have yet to see anything like it. This replaces the kraft mac and cheese and dinosaur shaped chicken nugget dinners of my childhood.
AriZona is America’s number one seller of iced tea. But that was before I came into town.
This is my house now.
4 ingredients. You control the amount of sugar. None of that artificial stuff.
Now all you need is a porch and a pup to sit at your feet. And maybe a mason jar if you’re feeling rustic.
Eat your leaves.
The secret to enjoying your leaves (especially if you don’t like them in the first place) is to put stuff on top of it that you like, so in the end you can barely see the greens at the bottom. It’s the same theory that applies to when you spill a drink at a party, cover it up with an unfolded napkin, and awkwardly walk away: if you can’t see it, then it’s not there.
Scones are the muffin’s sophisticated brother-in law. They look rustic (rustic=acceptably messy, homemade but still presentable) and when you enjoy them with tea, you feel official.
Fun fact: Scones are actually pronounced scones in England, according to my friend. If she’s wrong, contact me and I’ll give you her email so you can yell at her.
Take a deep sniff.
You smell that? That’s the smell of desperate sweaty kids crying through finals to get to summer vacation. Along with the vague smell of suntan lotion and freshly mowed grass. These various smells are the signs or summer, more importantly known as watermelon season, approaching.
My friends call me a bunny because I can actually just rip off a leaf from a head of lettuce and eat it without anything else.
It’s probably cause don’t really like salad dressing. Or at least, I’m really picky with it. When I go to restaurants, the conversation goes something like this: