For those of you with children or those who are currently self parenting, take it from me, Chernobyl is not recommended bedtime story material. Sure, nearly all of the classics are a little sinister. A wolf who eats a grandmother and then assumes her identity. A boy baked into a pie. A young girl waking up surrounded by bears after a lukewarm helping of porridge, bleh.. all very odd choices for ushering anyone to sleep. STILL better than Chernobyl.
The nuclear disaster found it’s way into my dreams and I felt dirty and worried when I woke up. Worried about THE END as if I’d watched too many VICE documentaries, which I am also known to do. However, WWIII hasn’t kicked off just yet and there is living to be done! So I put on the coffee and danced away the dreamland doom.
For breakfast, something cleansing.
Day 2: Kitchari with sautéed carrots, sweet potatoes, mushrooms and kale with a poached egg and a little dukkah sprinkled on top. For extra “I’m gonna live forever!” vibes I made a tiny kimchi and blueberry salad to wash it all down with. This little salad has become one of my favorite snacks. The color and flavor contrast excites me and delivers a rad probiotic/ antioxidant punch. What I’m saying is, add fresh berries to your kimchi. It feels wrong which makes it more fun. You will dig the results.
If you want to dance through the doom with me, this feels mega appropriate: