It was a dark and stormy night--
--just kidding, it was the middle of the day. But the rain was rolling in, so I climbed out of the pool and went for coffee at my favorite hipster coffee place.
I read my Dwell magazine for a few minutes.
Reading paper magazines is so fun. Hipsters who read everything on their phones are lame. Look at this apartment complex in Japan! It's little houses stacked on top of each other! I want to live in a building just like this. Japanese neighbors optional.
Then the caffeine kicked in and I couldn't focus on the words on the pages. So I looked around.
This lady sat next to me and smiled the entire time she was there. Just sat there, smiling, listening to something on her iPhone. Was it a funny radio show? Perhaps a recording of The Moth on NPR? Maybe she liked my socks? I'll never know. But I loved her sitting by me, making our little slice of co-inhabited life a bit happier. Keep smiling, lady.
There is a yoga studio next door to the coffee shop. Between classes, women in brightly-colored tights flood in and out of the hipster hangout, spending several minutes getting the perfect soy milk/turbinado sugar ratio in their drinks.
The woman on the right took, no joke, 4 minutes. The woman on the left was faster, but maybe she has some kick in her step because of what she was wearing: she had a visible thong line near the waistline of her pants. There is no way I can believe anyone can achieve inner peace while doing yoga with a thong strap riding up into the nether-regions like that. Get some granny-panties, lady.
Then these three sat down behind me.
I hope they were on their way into a yoga class, because they were in desperate need of a big dose of Shut The Hell Up And Calm Down--they were wound up tighter than the lady who went to yoga in Spandex and a thong--they spent at least 45 minutes talking non-stop, mostly over each other, while saying absolutely nothing. Nothing. For 45 minutes they talked and said nothing. I know this because they talked with full-volume outside voices. Blah blah BLAAAAAAH. And OMG you guys, you would not BELIEVE what their friend Courtney is up to! Would. Not. Believe.
Buzzing from the caffeine, I left and went to a cooking workshop at Whole Foods. The guy prepared stuff with a lot of cilantro, which I believe is an herb grown by Satan himself it is so gross, but he did make one thing I loved loved loved. The recipe is here.
He blended it all in a Vitamix and then poured it on fresh coleslaw mix (cabbage, etc). It was seriously so delicious. I imagine after sitting for a day or two in the fridge, it would be even better. I also imagine the mustard doesn't need to be "raw." Regular mustard should work fine.