Sometimes the devil comes in obvious forms. He’s not sly about his intentions. He wants to lower you in. He wants to bring you to the dark side. He wants to fuck. you. up.  

Savory Muffin & Red Lentil Soup @ Milk Bar, Kiev

Served strategically on the side of my soup in all of his pillowy comfort and savory fragrance, this basil, pepper, & feta beauty hanging out as a sidekick to my bowl of soup taunted me. 

I normally forgo standard baked goods, but this devil had every intention of being torn apart. He was not going to be ignored. 

What can I say? He asked for it. It was obvious.