* I can in no way guarantee that this flavor combination will be to your palate, considering how I cannot seem to muster up the courage to buy a bottle of strawberry milk from the grocery store. Our best bet is to hold our breaths and keep our fingers crossed.
Foreword: I'm finally posting this recipe, which was originally intended to be out by June, but wasn't, thanks to a doctor's visit for the laptop (3 weeks!). Hopefully with this recipe you'll be placated about my extended hiatus. Its good to be back and fill this void. Peace.
Starting this post has been a little of a challenge. Being indecisive about what to write about, jittery from sitting beside someone whose identity you want to confirm in a cafe during lunch hour, as well as distracted by a chai latte from said cafe contributes towards an unholy amalgam of emotions. And not to mention frustrated that the A key on my keyboard wouldn't work right (though its about time, since I a-aaaaaaaaaalways keep punching it). AAAAAAAAAlways. (ha! serves you right, A key)
*the following recounts a true, albeit dramatized experience I had on 06.09.16.
Here I am, a year later, typing away at the same fuschia laptop - only slightly more battered and decorated - and baking myself a small cake for my birthday. Going to the museum and watching a film isn't too different, either. Nor is trying to find the words to write here. In fact, nothing much has changed. I've made some and lost some. It's still the same old me here, bearing that increasingly nonchalant attitude towards my birthday.
To think that half a lifespan ago - that's 8 years to you, having a sweet sixteenth equated to the proverbial celebration involving too much pink and glitter, as advocated in one too many movies revolving around high school. And here we are, 8 years down the road, along with too many vows made to myself (i.e. all thou shalt wear will be black), that celebration has translated to a quiet day with a good friend with promises of good food and quality conversation. The loud, pinker-than-a-suckling-pig celebration is nothing but snatches of thoughts from days past. This very realization makes me feel both so old and so young.
(I'm getting maudlin)
I received two boxes of cookies courtesy of Green Pea Cookie on monday. Green Pea Cookie is a company that not only shares my love for gif.s, but also specializes in puns and cookies made from, well, green PEAS. Besides tasting like everything a proper cookie should (creamy, crunchy, sweet, salty), they're dairy, soy and preservative free, AND vegan.
They're very much like your atypical green pea cookie - the kind that you see during chinese new year, except WAY healthier and that the flavors are very pea-santly balanced.
The two boxes I got were ofPeater - their original flavor, and Penelopea. The latter is a Christmas special which is studded with bits of cranberry, which is really good, because you can totally have your CNY-esque treat before everyone else.