The Starbucks Unicorn Frappuccino was released only a few days ago, and the world has already lost its mind over the drink. Baristas had melt-downs over making it, Anthony Bourdain said it was enough to nuke the county, and I still think this trend is very passé. Although I’m not as eloquent enough as Anthony Bourdain, Spirit Animal™ to call it the “perfect nexus of awfulness”, can we just move on with foods already, please???
But the only positive spin that has come out of this blasphemy is people spelling crème as “créme,” (there is no such thing as créme) *cough Food Network, cough* which cracks me up almost as much as people who pronounce “à propos” as “a propaws” or “bon appetit” as “bon app the teeth.” Almost.
Nothing will beat the distinction between macarons and macaroons, though. But I’ll have to say that mistaking macarons for macaroons results in a higher likelihood of my blood boiling than me pleasantly agreeing with you. They. Are. Not. The. Same. Thing. I also may have strong feelings about this distinction.
This week was also Earth Week, and I hope that everyone tried to reuse and reduce waste! Contrary to Donald Drumpf’s belief, climate change is still, very real. I have been wanting to recycle my batteries for months, but haven’t been able to find an electronics recycling near campus. So the batteries are still sitting on my table as of now.
We had an extremely tall model come in last week, and he sat on a high chair on the model stand while we sat on the floor so that we could practice drawing extreme vantage points. Amidst a sore bum and tingling feet, this is what ended up happening.
Strawberry season is also here! I have been downing the fruit like nobody’s business. (It was grapes last month.) Last year, when I went back to Vancouver during the summer, my mother hand-picked a 3 lb bag of rainier cherries at a local farm and I somehow managed to polish the entire thing by myself in two days. (Mom, I still want cherries.)