From food that heals and nurtures to food that quietly kills. Fix the food, fix the world. Also, sitting down with a cookbook at 10 pm feels like a whole new wifehoood achievement unlocked. 🏆

Hump day groove. #tunestr

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Vivant by Ben Mazué on Apple Music

Song · 2014 · Duration 3:11

To the nostriches who speak Arabic, here’s a musical hug for you. 🫂 ✨ Poetry that makes every other language blush.

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Law Ma Tiji by Elissa on Apple Music

Song · 2007 · Duration 4:34

Highest quality real food Macademia blondies. Baking is a superpower. 🙌🏻 #bakestr

Happy Friday, Nostr. 🧡

Only in America do you lay there getting a scan done and the radiologists act like it’s none of your business knowing what’s in there. 🤡 🌎

This book speaks my love language. 🥹🥲 Pintxos a.k.a the European Sushi. Highly, highly recommend. #cookstr

Lemon Ricotta pancakes for brunch. Always with real food. Get yourself a foodie bitcoiner wife, that’s all I’m saying. #bakestr

Pistachio semifreddo is finished. 🍨 To be topped with feuilletine when served. ✨ No idea who we’ll get to enjoy these with, I just can’t stop making desserts. 😂 #cookstr #dessertstr

One of the most heartbreaking consequences of fiat money is that a lot of people are incapable of receiving genuine, pure love (of any kind). Most relationships they’ve ever had had to be very high time preference. If there’s no agenda to the care and effort, they reject it as a suspected threat. They believed that, unless someone wants something from them, no one has time to generously spend with them and make them feel appreciated. For the pure sake of love. Everyone must be underwater trying to get by. That’s how the modern times work, right? Fiat money masterfully suffocates the abundance out of love. I’m reminded of this every single time I meet someone new who isn’t a bitcoiner: if I come to them ready to give, they take their distance and go back to their shell in a matter of days. Bitcoiners know better. 🧡 Fuck fiat love. 🚮

Woke up, made brunch, then cookies, then a tray. I guess I’m a tradwife now. 😌

A celebration of Bitcoiners. 🧡 Minus the silly choice of the pronoun. 🚮 #bookstr

I’m a simple woman, when @Shawn asks for waffles, I make nine. One not pictured, two in little man’s tummy already. Stay humble, stack 🧇. 🧡

We were cool, sovereign individuals until about a month ago, when we moved to East Nashville. Now we’re making homemade rainbow 🌈 marshmallows.