So I didn’t believe it when people told me I was crazy. Now I do. I fought, via text messages, with one of my classmates over macaroons. I know, how petty, blah blah blah. Long story short, it was dumb and childish. I ordered a dozen more via Groupon and ate all of them in one sitting a couple hours ago. Sugar high. And now I am still awake at 3am.
I am also an old person now and still scared of doing what I want in the sense that I am scared of my parents finding out. Lame. I just don’t want to lose them.
In other news:
Thank God it’s Saturday. That means doing what I love most: grocery shopping and making a huge brunch for myself. The craziest thing a crazy lady can do.
So unlike the pro-bloggers out there, I’m not that skilled at making food posts. You know, with the whole, gitty background story, the step by step instructions, and the fancy pictures. I know, I am also disappointed in myself.
The story here is that I was hungry one Saturday afternoon and wanted pancakes! I dislike the ‘all-purpose ‘ flour and can never get anything right with the high and mighty ‘whole-wheat’ counterpart, so I tried with almond flour. I love it. It tastes so good and hearty. Also I love almonds ❤️. Buy me a bag of almonds and I will be your friend. Maybe.
I tried coconut flour alone and with almond flour, and it just destroys the mood and the pancakes. Ugh. I do not recommend, unless it’s for a single serve mug cake recipe. That is delicious.
A screenshot of a snapchat message I sent to my brother after he complimented the beauty that were these pancakes!
Yup, there it is. Lazy me at it again. #SorryNotSorry. Is that a thing still or am I pretty late like always.
I used water here because I ran out of milk! I actually liked it better. The batter wasn’t too thick. That happens a lot of the time for me, so it turns into a never ending cycle of adding more flour then adding more milk and so on. Chaos, I tell you.
So you just put all those things in a bowl and whisk it together until you get a runny consistency. Heat up your pan, add a couple sprays of olive oil, pour batter in pancake size shapes, flip upon seeing bubbles. Plate, decorate, and serve. Easy peasy. Ok I don’t know what’s with the dumb phrases today.
They are beautiful 😍❤️🍴
So about half an hr ago I came across a couple of people who came back from this educational event and it was super weird. I mean, they were acting weird. Don’t get me wrong, I love weird but this was the uncomfortable type. And I hate that.
I always thought that people being a bit tipsy was OK since they knew what they were doing, just while acting extra happy. To be honest, I try to avoid being around these people, or if there’s a chance someone is about to drink in my company, I sway them not to.
One started drunk dailing or messaging. Is this typical?
So these two people, who are normally normal, were acting odd. I didn’t like this odd. One almost fell on the way in. They were whispering at first and then talking normal and again, started whispering. Like, make up your mind. So I figured they had a few. I asked twice. The first time one of them squealed, ‘NO’… And the second time the other giggled and said ‘just one, but look at so and so compared to me’. I rolled my eyes and sighed, ‘I knew it’. They called each other cute, like the way they were acting was cute, but in reality it wasn’t. They just looked stupid.
My last words were, ‘I’m not used to this so I’m gonna go’. The end.