Whoooo baby! I don’t know about you, but are you all perpetually sloshed just to get through the holidays? No? Just me? Are you all not the bane of your in-laws’ existence? Wow. This is awkward. As usual. I should learn how to start my posts better, I guess.
Well, at the very least, I look forward to hearing an update from Serafina on if she was able to pass off those pies as normal pies. I was obsessively thinking about them for weeks. They even showed up in my regular sex dreams that I have about her. Too much detail? Not enough? I never can tell.
It’s the time of year for pumpkin or sweet potatoes or whatever. Carbs. It’s time for carbs. Actually it’s always the season for carbs at my house.
And sweet potatoes.
I like to pretend I know what healthy intuitive eating means, but to be perfectly honest, I don’t have a clue and my intuitions about everything give me anxiety so I just eat sweet potatoes and beans. So I totally changed up my old recipe that Serafina thinks looks like chili but it’s so much worse. And by totally, I mean, I “deconstructed” it.
Does deconstruction mean chop up the sweet potato? Because that’s just what I did. That counts.
Deconstructed Chili Fiesta (TM)
- Can of black beans
- Sweet potatoes or yams
- Onion powder
- Garlic powder
- Guac if you’re a rich asshole
Peel and chop up the sweet potato into bit sized pieces. Toss them in salt and oil and roast at 425 degrees for… I dunno. 15-20 mins. Heat up the beans. Combine the beans and potatoes. Season with all the seasoning stuff to your liking, and add salsa. Eat, possibly share with another person, or whatever.
Does this meal sound like it’s actually something that should go into a meal? No. It doesn’t. Stop trying to make things so complicated, Jennifer. Just eat the potatoes.
I’m only 90% dead inside.