“Everybody thinks they have good taste and a sense of humor. But they couldn’t possibly all HAVE good taste and a sense of humor!” This is one of my very favorite quotes from the movie When Harry Met Sally. I never judge anyone’s taste… well actually that’s not true. (Gotcha!) I never judge anyone’s tastebuds. You’re allowed and encouraged to like what you like. And as long as I don’t have to eat it, have at it! And for me this includes licorice, raw peppers, and (gasp) coffee. Topping my list as many of you know is avocados– I’ve never had one and refuse to try guacamole.
And speaking of taste and foodie habits, I know there are countless videos and how to’s out there describing meal prep. Start your week right by making all of your lunches for the work week on Sunday! Here are five mason jars. Fill them each with salad greens, black beans, corn, salsa, and chicken. Pour homemade twelve ingredient dressing over the top. Lids screw on tight and then each day just shake and serve. Ta-da. Sorry Sara, no thanks. While it’s true that I’d be psyched for that jar on Monday, I don’t want to eat the same exact thing every single day like I’m in limited ingredient prison. And B, do you really think the chicken you made on Sunday will even be edible on Thursday? Won’t the salad greens be wilted and gross by Friday? Meal prep is a wonderful idea but throwing out food will invariably follow if think you’re getting ahead by wasting your groceries.
Now onto questionable taste as the case may be. Let’s turn our attention to fashion. Have you seen the latest look for fall? It’s a no. A solid no. A what were you thinking, there’s no way this is even real, how could anyone anywhere ever buy these unequivocally NO at hello kicks. And wait until you see the price tag!!
And can you even get over the literal horseshoe on the bottom? Yeah, cause when you wipe out running to catch a cab in those stupid hoofs you will undoubtedly trip, land on the pavement and the world will see your lucky bottoms as hoards step over you because sista, you have become what’s known as fashion roadkill. Sorry for your fashion fail. Let me help you up.
My last story today involves moi and the fact that I rarely drink alcohol. I used to drink socially but never really enjoyed the taste. I sometimes take a sip if Michael orders a Moscow Mule especially if it’s watermelon or strawberry. I guess I just like a ginger forward drink. But when a menu shows a pina colada or any frozen bevvie that comes with an umbrella, that’s probably my speed, and even better if they can make it zero proof. It’s just a taste preference. Alcohol is so strong and bitter to me– I don’t have an aversion to the actual substance. But I’m happy to say that I’m still fun, even without a buzz. How many of you can say that?? Well, I guess it’s all a matter of taste!
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