When I was growing up, I sometimes found myself wishing for a twin sister. This is not to say that I didn’t love and worship my older brother, because I did and still do (he’s amazing, don’tchaknow). But occasionally I thought it might be nice to have a girl-type sibling with whom I could whisper at night; a twin who would, out-of-the-blue, say precisely what I was thinking and vice-versa; another soul in whose presence I would feel whole and at home.
It turns out that I’ve always had that twin (soul)sister. It’s simply that we were accidentally born in different countries, on different days, to different families.
Image courtesy of Amber
I love my Ambersister. And I’m absolutely loving my time here with her and her new husband, Matt, in Kansas City, Missouri. Larks and shenanigans! Larks and deliciousness and shenanigans!
I touched down in Kansas City (Missouri!) two weeks ago, and Amber immediately whisked me off to Mud Pie Bakery, a vegan coffeehouse and bakery of such wonder and magic that I would swoon to have its like in Canberra. Instead, I simply swooned over Mud Pie’s hemp milk and almond milk lattes.
Sufficiently caffeinated, Amber then took me to her home where she showered me with flavoured nut butter packets and hot sauce, all according to a pact we made long, long ago. I swooned over both the treats and her generosity.
I should probably mention that I also swooned over the rooftop view at Amber and Matt’s place. This swooning was partly because the day was warm and sunny, partly because Kansas City (Missouri!) looks different again from every other American city I’ve yet visited, and partly because I was finally standing with my deardear friend three years after we first connected through words, emails, dreams.
Or two bowls in a row of Amber’s Almond Butter Sesame Noodles, the recipe for which can be found in her fantastic cookbook, Practically Raw. Which you should buy. Because it is great. And Amber is great. All is great.
Oh, what’s that you say? Amber had earlier prepared raw vegan Sour Cream and Onion Kale Chips for me, also from her cookbook?
And then we spent the next day exploring, shopping, and visiting a Friday night farmers market, Bad Seed? Where we ate fresh apple slices, mocha and peanut butter granola, raw chocolate, and both maple bourbon and coffee glazed almond vegan doughnuts by local baker EmmaBee’s Doughnuts (with the latter flavour being generously given to me for free)?
Yes, all of that happened. It was grand.
The only thing I can think of that would have made my first two days in Kansas City (Missouri!) even more spectacular is if I’d found a giant $18,500 painting of a peanut butter jar to pose with at a local art gallery.
Oh, wait. Never mind.
Turns out my first few days in Kansas City (Missouri!) were perfect after all.