A Day In The Life, And Mind, Of Me
Mariah Loves Earth, What a Day, What a Life , 2025 So I press the up button on the stove timer and set it to nine minutes. It will be nine minutes until my fiorelli will be done and then I will mix it all up with my homemade sun dried tomato pesto where I accidentally initially grated the Pecorino Romano instead of the Parmigiano Reggiano, so it was a bit saltier than expected, but I balanced it out with more Parmigiano Reggiano. I have about a dozen halved cherry tomatoes baking in the oven at a randomly chosen temperature—something like 375 degrees Fahrenheit because that makes the most sense—and I don't have a time set because I figure they will be perfect once I remove my pasta from the pot in nine minutes. As I am waiting, I am sipping on my Greenhouse Canada " Gatsby" organic cold-pressed juice. It is a combination of kale, ginger, and gala apple. It is self-described as "zingy and delicious" and I need this zinginess in my day because it's already...
