I was excited for her impending visit all week and, that day, was awakened by a surprise phone call that there was a delivery waiting for me. Always happy to accept an unexpected delivery, I raced down the stairs, in my pajamas, to retrieve what turned out to be this beautiful fruit arrangement.
I don't love fruit, but I couldn't help but to be impressed by the presentation of this creation. Yet no sooner had I closed the door on the delivery man did a dark thought cross my mind. Had my friend sent this in advance of her impending arrival? "Oh, hell no," I thought. You see, I am rotten to the core.
Within a matter of minutes I had rationalized all of the reasons my kind, thoughtful, and intelligent friend would not have promised dessert and then presented me with fruit, but it wasn't until
I'm not embarassed to tell you that as we enjoyed enormous slices of the fluffy-creamed, dense-caked, coconut decadence we had the nerve to discuss living healthier and more positive lives. Days later, I'm still stuffing my face with glorious cake but I am trying to be less negative. Or, at least, roll my eyes less and not curse at parked cars.
In our defense, we did set the attractive fruit arrangement on the table as we cake-feasted, but alas only a strawberry was consumed between us.
Lo and behold, it was.
And, once all of the fruit was removed, I was left with a house made entirely of kale. How cool is that?
I guess my local supermarket isn't the only place that thinks kale is best used for garnish. A kale gift arrangement; now that would be something.
Surprise kale notwithstanding, let's just say that the cake is gone. But I will note that so too is the fruit! Perhaps not coincidentally, another friend has since sent me the "fatify" app... as if I'm not doing a good enough job of that on my own.