As I get older, one thing that seems to get increasingly higher is my threshold of what constitutes "embarassing" behavior in public places.
In my middle school years, I would never leave home without my self-defined "mall outfit" - a fun shirt and jeans, makeup, and copious amounts of baubles emblazoned with smiley faces, yin-yangs, and peace signs (oh my god what were we thinking). Having parents in tow was an automatic source of embarrassment (for no logical reason). All behavior was directed at the goal of "fitting in."
Eventually, things start to ease up. You realize that no one actually dies if you decide to wear sweatpants out of the house. And the mere fact that you have parents no longer seems to be a source of shame.
And now I am the girl who leaves home with giant knots in my hair. As well as the person who traipses around markets, sniffing each melon to find the most wonderfully fragrant one. Picking them up to make sure they are dense. Examining the color of the rind. This is all very important work. A bad melon is a bad melon. But a good melon is transcendent.
But one could make the case that this behavior is quite odd. Embarrassing, even. Which I'm sure I will be told by Max sometime in the near future. But that will be his problem, not mine.
Ingredients
Cantaloupe chunks (or slices, which would be prettier, but not as easy to eat )
1/2 cup plain Greek yogurt
zest from small lemon
2 teaspoons lemon juice
1 teaspoon coconut milk
1/2 teaspoon honey
pinch cardamom
Instructions
Mix the yogurt, lemon zest and juice, coconut milk, honey, and cardamom together in a small bowl. Spoon over cantaloupe chunks.
