I Am He As You Are Me As We Are All Together

Apparently I don't have an original thought in my head these days. I am a blog creature.

After working out I went grocery shopping with my gym partner.

She tends to buy what I buy, so we arrived at the check out counter each purchasing a head of cauliflower, sweet potatoes, sauerkraut, cava cava oranges and avocados among other items.

Our shopping had been punctuated with verbal recipes for these items, roasting of cauliflower, sweet potatoes, carrots, ingredients for and additions to a grain bowl, and a simple but satisfying braised sauerkraut using chicken sausage instead of pork.I told her roast cauliflower is as addictive as potato chips. Yes I said that.

When I came home I made a lunch of avocado toast topped with a quick pickled red onion flavored with clementine peel I conveniently have in the refrigerator and ate it while I looked at my copy of Bohemian Modern by Emily Henson that had just arrived in the mail.

This morning I finished reading The Girl On The Train someone on Instagram had recommended and the new book in my queue is The Sweet Life In Paris by Davis Lebovitz and of course I have his new cookbook My Paris Kitchen on a bookshelf.

What have you people done to me?

 So after I water my house plants, maybe whip up a macrame holder for one of them, vacuum my appropriately tatty Oriental rugs, I'm going to curl up on the couch, prop my head up with a kilm pillow purchased on Etsy, cover up with a Bolivian blanket ( actual gift from Bolivia) and watch the snow fall.

 

I still eat gluten though. So there.