Elephant Smoothie Bowl + Homemade Salted Magic Shell

Hello, friends.

This is a smoothie bowl. 

You probably already know that.

But you're about to see a lot of pictures of it, anyway.

 I used to live on peanut butter banana smoothies. Sometimes I would have them for two or three meals, which illicited some concern from my parents, as any seemingly liquid diet probably should. But, seeing as it has plenty of carbs from bananas and fat and protein from peanut butter, I maintain it's basically a perfect meal, especially when you throw in some spinach. And, it tastes like dessert. I'm not even joking, it's like ice cream.

Vegan Peanut Butter Cups

So. Easter is upon us once again.

To some, Easter is about time with family, religion, or vacation. To me, it is about candy. I've tried to really think about the origins of Easter as a holiday and get into the spirit of the thing, but let's face it: the American mode of celebrating Easter is one big Pavlovian debauch. Though there has been no candy-laden basket waiting me on Easter morning since I have began that adventure that we call "adulthood", I still wake up salivating. 

   For things like this. I was never a jelly bean girl. Chocolate was where it was at. As a child I used jelly beans, and candies of their ilk, to trade for everyone else's chocolates—or I just stole them. (Mine was a glorious childhood). A favored guest in my Easter basket, a classic that my mother and I would do battle for, was Reese’s peanut butter eggs.