Sometimes I wonder if all I ever listen to are love songs. I'm, like, 95% sure that's an accurate statement. I LOVE LOVE. Spotify (spotify > pandora, by the way) loads up all of my recommended-songs playlists with hideously cute, heart-wrenchingly happy songs. It's great.
Love makes me happy. It makes me...
Have you ever been in love? I most certainly have. I think. Yeah, I have. The whole thing didn't last (obviously - I'm single as a friggin' pringle), but the love was love at the time and it was awesome. Before it invaded my heart, I couldn't understand much, like what a mother feels upon cradling her newborn, what a daughter feels at her father's funeral, and what crying in sappy "rom-com" movies is like.
Falling in love kind of switched on those abilities for me, but I will say that (maybe because three years have passed since I fell out of that high-school lovey-dovey relationship) my sensitivity has slightly diminished. Not dissolved. Not disappeared. Just... decreased. It's weird. It's as if my sensitivity for those feelings and my desire for a totally-head-over-heels-in-love-kinda-thing compete - as the latter increases, the former consequently decreases.
As the latter decreases when the said totally-head-over-heels-in-love-kinda-thing walks on in and snatches up my heart, the former will consequently increase again. I'm doubtful that the relationship between those two is exactly that, but that's just how it seems. Anyone else?
Please note: this is not a cry for help or an introverted blogger's way of putting herself out there. This is what's on my heart and I can only sort through so many daily thoughts and occurrences to write about before the supply depletes. Transparency is a priority, too, of course. If it were a cry for help, I'd have to be a much less picky single woman, right? Pickiest. Woman. Ever. If it were an introverted blogger's way of putting herself out there... well... laaaaaame and not going to work because I'm sure 85% of you are also women.
It's just my way of pouring out my thoughts and desires. It's also a really fantastic form of therapy.
So, where I am currently: realizing that I'm beginning to cry during both the cute-sappy and lame-sappy parts of movies, and thinking "oh no... is it coming?"
If so, who is it? *stomach drops*
*awkwardly transitions into discussing avocado toast*
Sooooooo, avocado toast, yeah? Everybody LOVES (pun intended) some thick toast slathered with creamy avocado. Can I get an AAAAAmen?
But, do you need a recipe? Probably not, if you're keeping things simple. Step 1: slice bread. Step 2: toast bread. Step 3: slather avocado. Step 4: eat.
No no no, my friends. We've got more going on here!
Makes 2 toasts (with leftover scrambled tofu)
1/2-1 ripe avocado
2 slices whole-grain bread (toasted, if desired)
1 serving Scrambled Tofu
1/2 cup sliced strawberries
Salt and pepper, to taste
Basil and cilantro, for garnish
- Place the bread in toaster and toast until its ready.
- Begin mashing the avocado in a small bowl along with salt and pepper. Spread an even amount of mashed avocado onto each slice and top one with strawberries, a drizzle of balsamic vinegar, and cilantro and the other with scrambled tofu and basil.
- Serve immediately and enjoy!