Ragamuffin

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This weekend I decided to embrace my non-dairy lifestyle (thanks elimination diet that still did not cure my migraines) and cook it up with nutritional yeast. It tastes fantastic on popcorn, but what else could I make?
Empowered by Buzzfeed’s article on the yellow powder and my hunger for carbs, I got to cooking broccoli crackers. Yes, in retrospect, this sounds terrible but I was loopy from a migraine and thought, “what the heck.” I gathered my ingredients, pulverized them to infinity and beyond, then spread out for baking. 
Thirty five minutes later I had a semi-burnt, semi-soft batch of broccoli “crackers”. They were…on par with their odor. Not good. So I tried to whip up a batch of hummus to make up for their lack of failure. But I didn’t have my normal stock of garlic or lemon. A fatal error. 
My basil and yeasty mess just got more and more revolting as I kept adding other ingredients to fix it. So I dashed in some paprika (a cure all if there ever was one) and called it a day. Still not good, but better. 
I sat on the couch to eat my lunch-snack of broccoli chips and hummus, but then decided a nap followed by Whole Foods wine tasting was better than this poor excuse for a meal.
So…in conclusion, don’t really bother making this recipe. It’s not good. Try sprinkling it on popcorn or baking with cauliflower instead.

This weekend I decided to embrace my non-dairy lifestyle (thanks elimination diet that still did not cure my migraines) and cook it up with nutritional yeast. It tastes fantastic on popcorn, but what else could I make?

Empowered by Buzzfeed’s article on the yellow powder and my hunger for carbs, I got to cooking broccoli crackers. Yes, in retrospect, this sounds terrible but I was loopy from a migraine and thought, “what the heck.” I gathered my ingredients, pulverized them to infinity and beyond, then spread out for baking. 

Thirty five minutes later I had a semi-burnt, semi-soft batch of broccoli “crackers”. They were…on par with their odor. Not good. So I tried to whip up a batch of hummus to make up for their lack of failure. But I didn’t have my normal stock of garlic or lemon. A fatal error. 

My basil and yeasty mess just got more and more revolting as I kept adding other ingredients to fix it. So I dashed in some paprika (a cure all if there ever was one) and called it a day. Still not good, but better. 

I sat on the couch to eat my lunch-snack of broccoli chips and hummus, but then decided a nap followed by Whole Foods wine tasting was better than this poor excuse for a meal.

So…in conclusion, don’t really bother making this recipe. It’s not good. Try sprinkling it on popcorn or baking with cauliflower instead.

Chilling like a villain at deus ex machina.

Chilling like a villain at deus ex machina.

Dumping a Bucket of Ice on Your Head Does Not Make You a Philanthropist | VICE United States

I didn’t even know why I was being forced to watch funny videos of these ice bucket fails. Now I know it was all a scam or “narcissism masked as altruism” but failed. Interesting.

Way to go society, way to go.

Now maybe you should go volunteer in a soup kitchen where people can drink the ice water instead of just wanting you dump it on your head. Just a thought.

Thanks to Dasche’s mom, everyone knows it’s #sharkweek #cookies #homemade

Thanks to Dasche’s mom, everyone knows it’s #sharkweek #cookies #homemade

So…. last night I’m all like, “let’s go to yoga.” Cause that’s good for you and  my back hurts from my stupid ikea mattress and all the backbends Steve made us do at park yoga this weekend. And yoga seems like a good investment for a healthy life. And I want to be a skinny bitch who can do crazy headstands cause I live in America. Thanks culture.

Work ends and I’m rushing out the door cause I want to get to this class that’s called something about sleeping tight and some kind of meditation that starts with a “K”. I think that’s great. A little stretching a little time with the best corpse pose ever and I’ll reign supreme! NOPE.

I get in there and it’s like chanting followed by nostril breathing. Like what the heck. There’s no, “follow the mental pathway to your happy place and imagine stress dripping from your bones. Imagine it dripping from your toes, your feet, your ear lobes…” Nope. It’s all panting singing with a Robin Williams-centric intro. 

The worst, for the price of two beers or secret Chinese delivery or an artisnal kombucha I spent an hour feeling like that kid who always snuck up on Helga from Hey Arnold. Yoga fail. Especially cause afterwards the teacher quietly informed us that this VERY class was available for free on his website yogibob.com (a great website I’m sure). 

Afterwards, I just wanted a beer. A beer to wash away the stink of over-priced work-out gluttony. But I couldn’t have a beer cause I promised myself that I was just going to drink on the weekend this week. So I ate eggs. And that class can suck eggs. 

GOODNESS. To be so on trend right now. 
Cinched leather bucket bag + birkenstocks + ripped boyfriends + slouchy sweater + nude toes + neutral everything because who wants color or emotion or anything that might say something about your personality = happiness forever. Or at least until the other kind of birkenstocks eclipse these.

GOODNESS. To be so on trend right now. 

Cinched leather bucket bag + birkenstocks + ripped boyfriends + slouchy sweater + nude toes + neutral everything because who wants color or emotion or anything that might say something about your personality = happiness forever. Or at least until the other kind of birkenstocks eclipse these.

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