To Be Very Cute - My Food Seems

But here’s the secret the grown-ups don’t tell you: Bills are relentless. The news is loud. Some days, just getting a vegetable onto a plate feels like a victory.

It started, as most things do, with a tiny pair of googly eyes.

So here is my official verdict:

It’s looking at a chaotic Tuesday and saying, “No. Today, my broccoli will have rosy cheeks.”

Everyday Magic

The world is loud and sharp and heavy. Your dinner doesn’t have to be.

Is it also the most peaceful I’ve felt all week? Also absolutely. My Food Seems To Be Very Cute

My Food Seems To Be Very Cute (And I’m Not Sorry About It)

Is it silly? Absolutely.

That was three years ago. Today, I can’t make a bowl of oatmeal without turning the banana slices into little moons with faces. My pancakes have permanent, syrup-based grins. I once spent twenty minutes carving a bell pepper into a dragon whose only job was to guard my hummus.