Everything I ate at Coachella

Coachella may be all desert fashions and music moments, but it's also home to a monstrous collection of eats. So upon my first journey out into the middle of the desert with 60,000 of my closest teenage friends to be, I documented the most important aspect of this festival: the food. Here's everything I ate at Coachella. 

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Poke:

Build-your-own-poke bowl at Sweetfin Poke. I chose sriracha tuna, avocado, cucumbers, fried garlic and edamame. It was filling, fresh but not too heavy. Perfect for fueling an I'm-not-too-old-to-be-here-Chvrches solo dance off. Zero stomach cramps.

Price: $15.00

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Frozen coconut:

A lovely concert-goer with purple lipstick and a Boy George hat suggested the frozen coconut from White Guy Pad Thai. And that Coachella pixie was spot on. It was like holding a cold, milky gem of sanity in a world of dust, and it didn't even have booze in it. Plus it made my hand look as though it was on vacation. 

Price: $7.00 

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Hot dog: 

Fritzi Dog's Snappy O'Brien dog was basically a hot dog atop a bun and smashed tater tots. The dog was fine, but an even better conversation deterrent when a Southern woman waiting for the Guns N' Roses show asks for your help uploading a "really cool picture of a hawk" she took earlier that day from her phone. 

Price: $14.00

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Ice cream: 

I guess we'll never know. 

Price: A couple hours of my life I was not willing to part with. 

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Lemonade: 

Perfect for when you've given up, given in and decided to buy seven dollars' worth of lemon juice water. 

Price: $7.00

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Buffalo cauliflower: 

Sage's cauliflower dish sounds like a lie. Hot wing veggies, you say? Balderdash. And yet the hot sauced and lightly cruciferous roughage was satisfying, similar to dining on high-end bar food. Not as satisfying as a shower, but sure. 

Price: $14.00

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Doughnut: 

The Church Key's famous brioche doughnut. Heavy, sugary, a lot going on. Probably not the greatest decision in hindsight, but will work in a pinch when you're screaming at your phone in a field because the HBOgo stream hiccuped due to overloaded wifi. 

Price: $6.00 

That's all folks, don't forget to tip your waiter because they're the sober ones stuck listening to you sing Slash's guitar solo from "November Rain."