You know those days? When everyone is being super loud? Am I the only one here? Let me set the scene for you.
It’s early, as in, prior to 9 am, sans caffiene. You roll up to the starbucks window to order your usual (Venti Black, just like I like my men. err. yea.) The much too perky attendant practically assaults your eardrum. “IS THAT ALL MISS WHAT ABOUT A SCONE?!?” You can hear is tweaked out grin. It’s about to be murder o’clock in my car.
Dude. A) lower your over-caffeinated voice, please. I have not juiced up yet. Secondly) If I wanted your overprocessed scone, I would have told you so. Stop trying to up-carb me.
So you get in the office and you’re all, let’s read emails and catch up. Except that your office is next to exam room 10 and there is a 15 month old that is clearly having each one of their toenails removed one at a time. It is armageddon in there. So you squint your eyes real hard and try to drink your venti diesel as fast as you can in order to focus and get some work done. Your caffiene kicks in, but your “case of the squints” has given you a headache. Bravo toddler. Bravo.
So you go about your day, having faint screams in the background, adjusting to the volume. Just when you “hit your work stride” a lovely mother comes into the office with two very precious, very loud, and very boy children. I don’t know about you, but when you hear a child chant “Mama” so many times, you start to almost say it yourself. As a matter of fact, I DO want my mom right now. Thanks for inducing the highest level of anxiety you could give me, sir-tots-a-lot.
And then it hits you. Like a slab of thick cut bacon across your face. (I wish.) Everyone around you is operating at a seemlingly normal volume. You are just in a tunnel of over-stimulation. You wince at any sudden movement, the lights in your office seem to be horrifically bright, people are moving around you like they are competing in the Indy 500, you feel like Brick Tamland stopped in to your office to tell you about the next project you’re working on. “WHY ARE WE YELLING?” Lord Tyrion, why is it so bright in here? I need a blanket. And a hot minute.
You’re getting a migrane sister. So go to sleep, and when you wake up, just put your face near the only thing that can make this better. Apple Crisp.
Apple Crisp
Dairy Free and still delicious
Ingredients:
- flour - 3/4 cup
- pecans - 34 cup, finely chopped
- rolled oats - 3/4 cup
- brown sugar - 1/2 cup
- sugar - 1/4 cup
- cinnamon - 1/2 teaspoon
- salt - 1/2 teaspoon
- earth balance butter - 1 stick, melted
- apple juice - 1 cup
- lemon juice - 1 tablespoon
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Instructions:
Love,
Whit
