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Yesterday, I was mindlessly scrolling through pinterest, feeling sad that I will never be cool enough to actually be a "girl in white dresses" because that requires never having red wine or chocolate ice cream.
And then I saw it. A "recipe" for avocado toast.
A recipe? Guys, avocado toast is literally what is in it's name. Avocado. Toast. Maybe salt and lemon juice if you're feeling fancy. Ease is the entire point of avocado toast, the reason why it was invented.
But then. Oh but then. People got fancy. Add mayo! Cut it into hearts (see above)! Add eggs and siracha!
I'm not saying that any of these are bad. In fact, avocado toast with egg and siracha sounds delicious. But maybe, just maybe, we should hold ourselves to a higher standard of what constitutes a recipe. Maybe "more ingredients than what is listed in the title of the food itself?"