oh yes the food revolution

etc etc masterchef etc you know
also:
everyone takes photos of their SCRUMPTIOUS AND OMG SO TASTY #TASTY GROUSE YAY SUPERB BEST SO GOOD!!! CHOCOLATE!!!! (you know) food on Instagram and they get many likes and loves and enthused comments (and my guinea-pig pictures only get three likes. But this is another tale).
So, yes, do we really care what you are eating?
And, especially, do we really care about seeing what you are eating tinted in sepia with polaroid edges and captioned with twitter hashtags? (even though you probably don't have a twitter account and thus do not know how to use twitter)
Do we? Huh punk?
(This is not an accusatory and angry article, IN FACT I am sure I have taken a photo of me and various foodstuffs at various stages during my life.

ME AND A TRAY OF DEVILLED EGGS!!! (SRS!!)

BUT, some point and crux that I may be aiming towards 

(or I may just be writing drivel soz)

is that surely SURELY it is much nicer to write about food than to take photos of it. Writing allows you to create this marvellous description of your favourite foodstuffs and construct the most superb landscape surrounding it. You can use most marvellous metaphors and similes and puns and more. It is this feast of opportunity and excitement (and possibly, food). 

SO THIS:

I like brunch. This seems a common trend in youth my age, as we are free and unemployed (ish/not living the 9-5 dream) and would love to burn our hard-earned $20 on MORNING MEALS. Yes yes yes I love brunch. The potential is endless and the joy unyielding. Hungover brunch can be great too! Brunch may be conjured in the frying pan at home but then, it is more likely breakfast and is not the same anyways. Silly you. 

When I've exhausted my egg-quota for the week (says my mom, too many are bad for cholestrol or something. And besides, it is only Wednesday), I CAN FEEL IN MY BONES THAT IT IS SMASHED AVOCADO TIME. 

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

This. 

Smashed avocado on sourdough toast (wholegrain for my friend though pls) is the greatest. It is. 

(Pls don't doubt me. But do try for yourself)

Like, it is really grouse. 

Combinations include: avocado and feta and monster huge pile on my toast wow + overpriced but fragrant coffee (lol soz we don't have skinny milk but is organic!!)

and avocado and chilli and lemon juice and balsamic vinegar twirls and chopped tomato (or something more questionable)

Cafes have caught onto this rollicking delight. (And rightly so)

Maybe when I am old and wrinkly and tired of the daily etcetc, I shall open this cute cafe that sells so much smashed avocado. 

And everyone who comes to said cafe shall be so so so so so joyous. 

THIS IS WISE