The flavor combo you didn’t know you needed until now.
The flavor combo you didn’t know you needed until now.
Full disclosure: I lived off of these for a couple months straight last year. They’re *so* simple. Here’s the how to:
All my daily staples, right here in one spot. From clothes to make up to kitchen tools, I’m sharing my favorite items that would make *amazing* gift options this season.
Below is a stream-of-consciousness piece I turned in for a writing assignment in my Psychology of Well-Being course. My professor gave us plenty of freedom. No length requirements, no specific guidelines other than to choose a part of “our story” and write our way through it, as a means of healing, cathartic release, emotional discovery, whatever it may be.
I did what I could with what I had. Here’s what came out.
I’ve always been a writer.
Ever since I was young I’ve always had an itch to write, to put words to the feelings in my chest and the thoughts flowing swiftly in my mind. I remember being ten or twelve, unsure of who I was or who I was becoming. I understood there were many identities that could be mine, many roles I could attain and fall into, and this both unnerved and thrilled me. But I knew one thing for certain;
I’ve always been, and always will be, a writer.
I recently opened up my Instagram DMs to eating disorder and recovery questions, a practice I tend to participate in on a weekly basis. I’ve been thinking about one particular exchange ever since. I’ll drop it below:

For those with a history of disordered eating, for anyone enduring a complicated relationship with the term “healthy”, food can easily consume a huge portion of the mind. When I first began true recovery (I had a few fruitless attempts that came before), all I could think about was food. I feared it, and yet I craved it. I had restricted myself for so long that part of me saw recovery as a free-for-all, the perfect excuse to finally just get to eat. You mean I had to eat? It felt like a dream.
But I was terrified that this newfound freedom would run untethered, that I would lose control, that I’d eat into oblivion. And thus, I feared food during this time. The power it could possibly have over me.
It became all I thought about.
All I’m gonna say is this: roasted sweet potato and mashed banana is nature’s greatest, sweetest, most loving gift that I am unworthy of enjoying but damn grateful to be able to. A really long, run-on style way of saying I’m currently obsessed with this flavor combo. I decided to serve it the justice it deserves and toss it up with some chocolate…if you weren’t drooling before you are surely are now (?) I love taking a few slices of this on the go for work breakfast or ending my day with a piece at tea time. (Yes I have tea every single night)! Okayyyyyyy find the recipe below 🙂
… Chocolate Chip Sweet Potato Banana Loaf (Vegan and Gluten-Free)!