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I have a recurring fantasy that one day, right after the apocalypse happens, I’ll find myself living next to the ocean right outside of Los Angeles (now destroyed) and I’ll meditate every day for one hour, and have a writing nook in my giant house that faces the water, and I’ll make my own green juices, and only wear pastel-colored mumus. My only friends in this scenario will be cats, all of which look like some variation of my favorite Instagram cat, Smoothie.
This is the universe that I would somehow magically be able to eat from the $200 tub of CAP Beauty’s coconut butter every single day. Or so I used to think.
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