As of noon on Thursday, I will have four holes in my mouth where all of my intelligence used to be.
But first, a no wisdom (teeth)-friendly breakfast.
Perhaps eaten to prepare me for the upcoming change in my munching abilities.
[Or perhaps eaten because I really like to eat from jars…in cars.*]
*And become a poet. And I know it.
Actually, I was eating more like a horse if you speak about actual method of eating, as opposed to diet, since rabbits always look a bit like they are chewing just with their canines, don’t they?
But I digress.
And this little happy hour of minted watermelon and oranges, with local Nugget’s Fresh Mint Kombucha is worth redirecting your attention.
I flippin’ love the duo behind that kombucha, and the genius that inspired them to make kombucha gelato and sell it at the farmers’ market.(But that’s another story for another day.)
As seen in the photo above, I also stopped by Great Harvest, where the counter girl was so kind as to pack up my requisite free sample of Whole Grain Goodness, chosen for its perfect combination of doughy softness and nutty seedability.
It paired beautifully with this ginormous salad.*
This time topped with leftover salmon—sent with me on my travels my Stepfather Smart–and Roasted Corn and Hearts of Palm Salsa.
Cereal straw*, corn flakes, raspberry Chobani, an entire Fuji apple and a river of Trader Joe’s peanut butter.
And now…bring on the ice cream.