I don't even know what to call this. It's a breakfast bowl that built itself via unconscious direction.
I entered my kitchen.
I poured some yogurt into a bowl.
I added blueberries and banana slices.
I plopped in a couple tablespoons of chunky/crunchy raw almond butter.
I stirred lightly - to swirl, not mix.
I toasted, intentionally nearly burnt, some leftover fluffy whole wheat pita, ripped it into tatters, and threw them on top.
Good.
Friday, May 29, 2020
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