fancy

Once upon a time Megan and I were in a philosophy class together that we affectionately called Drawing with Darin. Part way through the year I become addicted to this snack called fancy trail mix. Megan would laugh at me and my fancy trail mix but always wanted some. One time at a gas station on a road trip we saw some mojo trail mix and Megan told me that it was way better than my fancy trail mix, but in actuality it was fancy mojo trail mix.

Today I made more granola, which Megan also loves (and Sydney accuses me of being obsessed with—she might be right). We were going to make it together but our schedules just never lined up, so I made it alone today and decorated this fabulous container, filled it with granola, and gave it to the Megan. She loves me. And I love her.