After whipping up a delightful tofu scramble in under five minutes,

I went to Octane.

Yes, that Octane.

Aside from awkwardly recognizing the guy that made my latte from the blog and resisting the urge to burst into a painful rendition of Taylor, the latte boy, it was magnificent.

I fall more in love with Atlanta with every new pocket of it I discover.

And I got some work done on a paper I am writing on climate change and meat consumption and searching for food internships.

A spring break staycation never felt so good.


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