My keyboard is sticky. In itself, this is not worthy of a confession. I eat around my computer all the time. For example, the previous laptop was drowned by a particularly aggressive batch of Tomato Bisque.
Today, however, my laptop is coated with hot pink marshmallow gunk. Undeniable evidence that I have been snacking on Hostess Snowballs. So, I am forced to make a confession; this road trip may have been an elaborate scheme to give up yoga and eat more snack food.
I started with good intentions. I had visions of myself visiting restaurants of noteworthy chefs, exploring new takes on classic dishes, and finally giving up my aversion to fusion food. I even promised my therapist that I would look for yoga studios along my route.
Gooey, pink, coated in marshmallow and filled with chocolate cake, the Hostess snowball is perfect, playful food. It is impossible to take oneself too seriously when eating a Snowball. A Snowball is the perfect antidote for IMAISNPAWTCTRAGI syndrome (Its midnight and I’m still not packed and was this crazy trip really a good idea syndrome).
Hail Marys? Big plates of steaming kale? What should my penance be?
I say, 3 Mustard Kales will do for you. One for you, one for me, and one for a new friend. Voila, you will be absolved. Only as long as you pass on your recipe so I can make it, and tweak it, and share it.
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