By about 8 o’clock this morning my day was already done for. On the way out of the car I dropped my lunch bag, which contained a painfully overpriced glass kombucha and my favorite ceramic bowl.
Why would you bring a ceramic bowl to work for lunch, Katie? Thanks for asking… I brought it so I could eat canned soup at my desk like a civilized human. It seemed like such a good idea until it shattered everywhere just like my dreams that this week would go smoothly.
A few hours later I threw like half a gallon of water all over a communal desk full of computers. At a software company.
I’m not done…
Excluding this one time an esthetician ripped off my eye skin instead of my hair I’ve never had a bad brow wax but TODAY… oh today after work I got my eyebrows waxed and half of one is most definitely missing…
And finally, I am currently trying to open a coconut that I thought I could open like a juice box and it turns out that’s not at all how it works and I’m having a meltdown. I was going to feel bad for myself but then this Real Housewife of Beverly Hills couldn’t find the blow torch for her creme brulee and I was like, “You know, it could always be worse.”
Today calls for blondies.
This is a repost from my old blog because I made them recently and realized I didn’t have them up here yet…
There’s no secret here: I didn’t invent these. I’ve tried making my own blondies before, but the best most fool-proof recipe comes from Vegan Cookies Invade Your Cookie Jar, and you’ll find the full recipe on Isa’s blog here: vegan peanut butter blondies. I’ve made this with peanut butter, almond butter, cashew butter… The possibilities are endless.
Buy the book. Make the blondies. Have a goddamn fantastic Tuesday.
Editor’s Note: To be clear, the only other time I ever bought a coconut it had pre-drilled soft spots for a straw JUST LIKE A JUICE BOX.