I’m not entirely sure why combining cayenne pepper and chocolate qualifies the chocolate as Mayan, but there are enough Google search results that mean it’s a thing, but nothing I could find that explained why, so I guess I’ll just have to take this one at face value. If it turns out that the Mayans really did combine cayenne and chocolate, then I think we can agree that that wonderful flavor combination more than makes up for their big snafu predicting the end of the world. That was a cheap shot, sorry guys.
Remember way back in the day before kale exploded – not literally, of course (gather ’round, my dear children, and let me tell you the story of the Great Kale Explosion of 2014) – and people used to make smoothies with regular fruits like bananas and strawberries and blueberries? Talk about vintage, am I right? Smoothies that weren’t green! They used to be a thing!
I feel like grapefruit gets a bad rap because of that fad diet that they got dragged into, and I will admit that there are probably few things as pathetic as a lonely grapefruit half for breakfast, but if you’re eating it for fun, it really is pretty tasty. Like, sometimes I want a citrus fruit that isn’t an orange, you know? And in those moments, the grapefruit always has my back (even if there is really no good way to eat it raw, I mean, thank god I wear glasses otherwise I would have gone blind by now from the arterial spray every time I try to jab my spoon in it).
Thanks, grapefruit. You really just need a better marketing campaign, that’s all. Maybe the agency who does the Old Spice ads could help you out? Something to look into.
I’ve been baking as hobby for the past 15 years and I’ve just now made my first bread pudding. It’s kind of embarrassing, because bread pudding is one of those failproof, go-to desserts that most bakers keep in their arsenal, like a basic chocolate cake or sugar cookie. But I’ve actually got a pretty decent reason (excuse) for why it’s taken me this long to tackle this particular dessert – the thing is, I really, really love bread. If you set a loaf of bread in front of me, you should probably first hack off a couple slices for yourself, because no matter how large the loaf is, I am pretty much guaranteed to devour all of it. By myself. In one sitting. It’s like my hypothalamus (I’m so glad my four years of psychology didn’t go to waste) stops working whenever I’m around bread and I’ll just keep eating it until it’s gone. It’s rather impressive, really. On my resume, under Special Skills, it says able to consume an unlimited amount of baked yeasted dough. Come at me, recruiters!