Are you a hand-shaker or a hugger? Like, when you first meet someone and you don’t know them, but you sort of know them, like you’ve emailed before, do you go for a hug or the handshake? Is it gender specific? I feel like I’m more likely to hug a lady than a dude. But for the most part I’m totally that weirdo that goes for the hug when people go for the handshake. And then I have to be like, “I’m a hugger, soooorrrry!”
I’m usually secretly hoping they don’t have a weird complex about people touching them. I’ve known people like that. And those people haaaate people like me. Also, I kind of hate when people are too touchy-feely. There’s a happy medium to be had, man.
I really like weighing things. This is a weird Adrianna thing. I weigh everything I’m cooking, and sure I love precision, but it’s mostly because I just like weighing stuff. It’s the same part of me that loves the self-checkout at the supermarket. I dunno. It’s unexplainable. Maybe you’re this way too…or not.
So, yesterday I started the day how I usually do and stepped on the scale. And like I said before, not necessarily because I’m weight obsessive, but more because I like weighing things…which I guess also includes myself?
And since it was the start of the day, I was without contact lenses on and I wasn’t wearing my glasses. Also, I’m blind as a bat without glasses. AND, are bats really blind?! Whatever.
So, there I was on the scale, looking down, squinting trying to see what the number would say back to me when “FATT” appeared before my eyes. Yes, my scale said “FATT.” Two letter “T”s showed up.
So like any normal person would, I started to freak out a little because, well, my scale called me fat.
I bent down and looked closer and realized it actually read “BATT,” which basically meant that the thing was out of batteries and needed more batteries, but since I’m super blind I read it as “FATT.”
Phew! Since I realized that scale wasn’t calling me fat, I decide to celebrate and made some guacamole. Good reason, right?
You know what you don’t need? A guacamole recipe. I dunno.
Maybe this is me being a total brat, but honestly, even if you don’t know how to boil water, the last thing you need is a recipe that involves mashing, folding and adding salt. That’s just silly talk.
I lamented for a long time about sharing this situation you see pictured because why do you need this?! You can do this without me. Who am I to tell you how to make your guacamole.
But, I love it. So I figured that maybe you would, too. And maybe you never thought to put pomegranate seeds in guacamole. And maybe you’ll make it and share it with someone. That’d make my day.
So here I am. Just a girl…with a bowl of guacamole, asking you all to mash up some ripe avocados, mix ’em with some chopped up cucumbers and pomegranate seeds. It’s way more special this way! Refreshing, sweet, lime-y…special!