It is almost time for finals, so naturally I have been procrastinating my essays by scrolling through Pinterest.
Amid recipes, work out tips and gardening ideas for a yard I do not have, I found an article about how to remove blackheads. I clicked on the thumbnail, believing I had nothing to lose.
I skimmed through the article. It was formatted recipe-style with two ingredients: turmeric and milk.
I find my forgotten jar of turmeric in the back of my cabinet, behind the more practical spices like garlic powder and cinnamon.
I mixed the two ingredients in the bottom of a coffee mug. The back of a measuring spoon served as a spatula.
I started at my nose, spreading thick globs of orange paste from my hairline to my chin.
Setting a timer for twenty minutes, I returned to planning a wedding years in the future. I kept a hand outstretched to keep my dog from licking the hardening mixture from my face.
For those of you who do not know, turmeric is a bright orange spice commonly used in Indian food. I bought the spice freshman year when I decided to make a batch of Tikka Masala at two in the morning because I was an adult and could.
Ever since, I have moved it along with me from dorm to summer apartment to sophomore apartment to I-want-to-live-by-myself-and-get-a-dog apartment.
It can also be mixed with henna powder to dye the design yellow. I remembered this at minute eighteen.
I ran to the bathroom, feeling like an April Fool’s Day victim. I rubbed at my face. Yellow dye stained my bathroom counter. It was too late.
I already looked like Donald Trump.