Milk & Honey
February 6, 2014 § 1 Comment
Heres the thing, I’ve had a busy
week three years. Quite often, my mornings are cut extremely short. [Side note: I have had a busy week according to my standards of what feels busy for me. I, in no way, have had a busy week compared to a lot of other people I know, let alone the raging, crazy busy people elsewhere (I.e., those running around,crying, freezing and starving for New York Fashion Week or like, any of the Olympic athletes). So, take my excuse as being busy with a grain of salt. When I say that I’ve been busy, I’ve really just been tired and unable to lay around the way I like to lay around. Even so, when I have had an especially busy week, like this one, only the little and best thing keep me going. Which brings me to what this post is all about: love and goodness.
One of best friends recently started making her own hemp milk. It did not come from her body, if you’re wondering. It came from her Vitamix. Which, she would probably agree, only has one flaw being that it cannot speak to her in the way that Joaquin Phoenix’s operating system could in the movie Her. She’s wildly and passionately in love with it and uses it daily. So naturally, when she said she had made milk with her blender, I wasn’t surprised. I was curious. I’m no milk connoisseur, but I do have three varities in my fridge usually (almond, coconut, soy) and I had never tasted hemp milk before. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the best milk ever:
I wanted to drink it forever. Read about how she made it here.
After staying up ’til the wee hours of the morning studying, but mostly asking each other what the hell we we’re doing with our sweet, easy, precious lives which are, according to us, being bullied by the looming threat of post-grad life, it was some sort of blessing to oversleep, miss my 9am math class, and spend extra time talking and eating breakfast in the same apartment Logan has lived in since I met her three years ago. [Side note #2: the same apartment that housed me while I missed my very first college class, also math, after throwing up flavored vodka on her suede couch the night before. I make good impressions.]
Moral of the post: when the going gets tough, bike on over to a friends house and let them let you ignore your obligations. Ask for a drink. Even if its milk, it should still be strong enough.