Got to Pbu

Strange things start to happen in Curltopia when this curly girlie is lacking in activities to provide a constant stream of mental stimulation. Minor details begin to take over the world.

It becomes imperative that I ONLY use gym lockers containing the number seven.

My facial preperation time (aka primping) suddenly has more self-enforced "rules" than a Catholic Girls Prepatory School. Mascara must never, EVER be applied before blush.

All is lost if the produce drawer is no longer arranged alphebetically. First comes the avacado, then the bananas, then the canteloupe.

I discover a way to eat Pbu four times in a single day.

Because we all know that otherwise the entire known universe will impload, House M.D. will become drug-free while Merideth and Dereck actually exchange vows, and Pbu will cease to exist.

Many of you asked why I chose to name my raison d'etre Pbu so I decided a bit of clarification was in order.

I have an extreme fascination for fondue pots, specifically the tiny forks that go with them. I personally own two. The idea of dipping lots of different bites in lots of different sauces appeals to me on a very deep level. When made with a bit of extra almond milk it is the perfect raw, vegan substitute for cheese or chocolate fondue.

Observe it in action:



My Breakfast Menu this Morning

Ezekial Toast Crackers
Banana Rounds
Ricotta Cream
Bowl + many spoonfulls of the ever-marvelous Pbu



And for lunch:

Pbu and and unsweetened coconut on toast
Gena's raw chia pudding (made with chia seeds I "strained" from my Mix-My-Granola!)
Freshly defrosted strawberries from my freezer friend



And for dinner:

Pbu (mixed with strawberry puree and balsamic)drizzled over spinach with goat cheese and cranberries
Mashed green monster on TJ's toast

Yes, I did just manage to eat Pbu three times in one day.

Please don't hate me.

With Love,

Emily (who is actually craving some more Pbu right now...)