Social Media: The Good and the Bad

Whewwwww! Do I even have words today?! Social media SHOWED UP in all kinds of ways today and it truly underscored the need to do research, to not take everything you see at face value and assume it’s come from a trustworthy source, and to think critically about what you share and how you share it.

It doesn’t really matter the back story on all of it, but the short story is that a social media campaign intended for one group of people was co-opted and changed, ultimately silencing the very folks who are meant to be uplifted and amplified. For me, this round didn’t sit right (you’ll find out how I f’d up later), but for so many, they dove all in.

Whoops.

The point here is also not to cast blame if anybody got caught up in it - any of it. Instead, let’s talk about social media. This is something I can easily talk about and something I have to do daily work on myself - even though I am aware of how it is used for the reasons.

For instance, there’s a campaign discussing amplifying “melanated” voices begun by Black women. Another Black activist came against it, saying that “melanated” is just another word for “Black” and can we just knock that ish off.

So, what do we the consumers of this information do? Who are we supposed to follow? We want to be better, we want to do better, we want to be anti-racist, we want to obtain these amazing resources that have been curated, and there are some massively mixed signals in the very place (social media) where we are trying to get the most up-to-date information, ideas, and inspiration from the very folks we’re told to follow when they’re not always prepared to be followed, much less by an audience that may not be their intended one.

The point here? It’s one unholy clusterf**k sometimes on social media and all of it must be taken with a grain of salt, with reflection on our own complicity in white privilege, white supremacy, continuing violent racism.

Maybe social media isn’t the first place to begin. It’s easy for us, because it’s where we always are. And maybe that’s the problem.

Let me backtrack a little. I decided to go all in with amplifying those voices. There are some deep dive posts that have made me THINK and I shared those, along with the reflection questions from the originators of the campaign, not sharing my thoughts (as that would center me), but hoping others would also click through, think/reflect, and… what? What did I hope would happen? All I’ve done is shared these people’s spaces, their online presence, without having truly thought about my end goal of sharing that piece to begin with.

And now back to my point about social media not being the first place to begin.

I bought the books - they will be read. You know me. I read everything and its mother. I bought a course, for when I can devote 2.5 uninterrupted hours, plus awareness of my emotional equity (which, to be clear, I am incredibly privileged to be able to make the choice of when.) But, I hit social media first. Because it’s easy. Because it’s where I am.

And I realized today, with the whole situation referenced up front, that I’m not the only one. Not by a long shot.

Y’all. If there is one thing I am picking up from these folks that I follow… it is not supposed to be easy. Exploring our own complicity in a broken and abusive system is not supposed to be easy. Hitting social media before doing the deep dive into the work utilizing other resources? These people, these men and women, they become resources and lose their humanity. We strip them of that humanity and, thereby, play right back into the very system that we claim we want to help break.

Whatever your prejudice, whatever your complicity in whatever issue, whether or not you agree with their platform, who you follow is human. They have poured sweat equity, emotional equity, and time equity into their pages and we are a vacuum.

So. I changed course, as suggested by one of these very activists. Now? I’ll still uplift and amplify the message, taking a break from my own goofy pics and workout whatevers, but instead of sharing the people and messages that my audience may not be ready for, I’ll instead share the actual resources and actionable items to help guide. I’ll work on having these conversations one-on-one with friends and share my process here.

Again, like noted in my last post, I am afraid that going through this sharing with you centers me, meaning I become the focus versus the struggle of fighting oppression. My hope is that by sharing the process, by highlighting my internal work, it helps others take on the work, knowing it will be uncomfortable and knowing that it is actually meant to be so. Ultimately, highlighting the potential ways to engage with the work being offered to us.

So, with that, I’ll end with an action step that may help. It may not. Do what you feel is right for you.

Take a step back from following folks on Insta or other social media just to diversify your feed and definitely don’t engage by asking questions of how you can do better or what you should do. There is so so so much out there, which you do have to sift through.

Read. Read. Read. Listen to podcasts. Watch movies or documentaries. I’ve shared my June reading list - although I did add a book about Stonewall to that because it is Pride Month after all. I’lll try to get up another list that I found on one of these feeds that has a variety of sources that you can read/listen to in order to begin learning more.

Also, have a journal nearby. Take notes as you read. I started reading today, after having my little Come to Jesus with myself. I’ll share what I’m doing, in case you’re unsure of how to take notes or how to engage in journaling while reading - not that I know best and I’m sure there have been suggestions somewhere out there, but I haven’t stumbled on the HOW to journal yet, just to do so, so I’m pulling on my history of being an English teacher and having always been self-reflective.

When I run into something that makes me uncomfortable, or that makes me cringe, or offends me, I take a wide step back and write it down. Why? Chances are that something that makes me feel like that needs to be unpacked. Why do I feel so uncomfortable or offended? What is it about what’s being said? Then, journal about those reactions and why I’m having them… leading, most likely, to a lightbulb moment.

But, that’s not all. As I’m reading, what about what inspires me? What said jacks me up, gets me going, makes me want to jump up and cheer? That should also be written down and unpacked! Why do I feel so positive about it? What is it about this statement that gets me fired up, or so connects me to the text/source? How can I use this positive force, in combination of my skills and talents, to serve others, specifically to help break down these structures, even though it seems overwhelming and daunting?

These are two steps you can take to journal. It may seem overly simplistic, but journaling itself is not meant to be hard, the unpacking of your reactions to the text is what is meant to be hard.

How do you apply these steps to sources/texts?

Obviously, anytime you run into something, deal with it :P.

But, to keep it more straight forward, I recommend not trying to do it all at once. One podcast at a time, unpack alllllll the ish - positive and negative - that comes up. One chapter at a time. One short essay at a time. Break up a long essay if it feels overwhelming, same with a documentary. One social media post at a time, before moving onto the next one.

Yup, you just read that right. When you go back to doing social media, specifically for the purpose of learning from these amazing (human) activists, do so with the new lessons of how to reflect and engage WITH YOURSELF. Social media is much too easy to read and pass by.

The point? Find what works for you, so that you consume information about learning and unlearning in valuable and strengthening ways. (Again, I am not the end-all, be-all. If you find yourself reading me because you’d rather not read others - that’s not good enough. I’m a stop-gap, a step on the road, a square on the Monopoly board. This is not about me, but about the work I am doing and how I am doing it, in hopes that you find tips for how to engage with the learning/unlearning for yourself, so we can battle these systemic issues TOGETHER.)

Change is Actually Possible

Well, well, well. Who would have thought that I’d already be diving in on a post?

If you’re just joining me, while uncomfortable work is hard work, I am still me and I still like to laugh and I am probably still going to throw down some funnies in the midst of important, uncomfortable work.

Racism isn’t funny. Prejudice isn’t funny. Me, and anybody else, missing the point of how to be an ally also not funny.

Me tackling all of this and working through it and making some hardcore mis-steps along the way? Probably not funny. Knowing me? Probably going to make some funnies. I’m not sure how, but I feel like it’s important to throw that down. I’m sure somebody is going to armchair shrink me and try to tell me that I use humor to deflect. Probably not wrong. Or that I use humor as a way to deal with the uncomfortable or the painful. Also, probably not wrong. Shrugs

This particular blog comes as a result of an admission I made to a friend just a few minutes ago. One that I don’t think I’ve ever actually REALIZED I believed.

Change is actually possible.

Ok, knock off the eyeball rolling. I mean, it’s easy to say that change is possible. It’s another thing to actually believe it.

Time to get brutally honest here.

I’ve had the luxury of being white. Forget the socio-economics for a second, because that’s a whole different luxury. I can walk out the door, ask someone to leash their dogs, get pulled over for speeding without a second thought. (And we all know that whole getting pulled over for speeding is not an infrequent occurrence for as long as I’ve been driving.) I’ve always known that part. Got it. Cool. Moving on.

Wait. No no, there is no moving on here, not this time. Because, you see, in starting this deep dive work, I’m having to face some stuff that I kinda, sorta, maybe haven’t wanted to face.

Because it’s embarrassing. It’s uncomfortable. And, frankly, it’s racist.

What, exactly, am I babbling on about? (Anybody else noticing I’m babbling, cause I don’t want to share? Yeah, you got that? Rock on.)

I didn’t believe change was possible. Societal structures are what they are and that’s that. Sure, I want to help my Black brothers and sisters. Sure, I support them in their endeavors and blah blah blah. I’m friends with anybody and everybody. But, true societal change? Where this shit stops being shit?

Nah. Not going to happen. It’s too entrenched.

Ouch. I honestly didn’t even fully realize that I once felt that way. For a long time, too. Worse? I would shrug and wonder what I can actually do about it.

GAH. I cringe as I write this. I’m pretty sure you’re cringing as you read this.

So. Why am I sharing? Why am I not covering up these really uncomfortable truths?

Oh, it must be because I want a pat on the back for becoming enlightened.

Or maybe it’s because if I say it, it will go away. Not it, as in societal structures, but it as in I’m perpetuating the societal structures that give white folks like myself inherent power.

Or maybe it’s because my white guilt is making me lay it all on the line in hopes for absolution.

I’ve been doing A LOT of watching, listening, reflecting the last few days - especially on IG where I’m following Black women who are, and have been, rising up against these societal structures. I’m learning a lot. I’m also struggling with what to DO. What am I best at? Writing and being hella vulnerable. But, how do I write about all of this, but not center it around me? How do I write about all of this and not take away from those voices? How do I write about all of this and add support?

I don’t have a very big platform. So, what change can I actually make?

This defeatist attitude, not a usual one for me, is the part of the problem. It’s not only a defeatist attitude, it’s a racist one. Because I spend more time questioning how can I really affect change, I don’t actually go out and do anything to affect that change. Meaning, I perpetuate the same societal structures that are in play and that is, ouch, racist. (I literally quaked as I typed that.)

So. I went to a protest yesterday. Cool cool. That’s a start. I’m kicking off a course in activism and I’m about to kick off a book about white supremacy and my place in that. Cool cool. I’m totally woke now, right? Yeah, sure. We’ll go with that. Seriously though, my talent is right here. And my struggle remains with how to use my voice. Because one thing that I have 1000% internalized is that we haven’t given enough voice to those who need to do the leading, which isn’t me.

And, with this little realization that my actions (or inactions) are inherently racist, I’ve realized that maybe where my voice can be helpful is in sharing the internal struggle with understanding that I thought I was so with it and realizing that I haven’t even been close. White shame and white guilt isn’t going to get anybody anywhere if it is internalized with no action taken.

Do you feel me? Does any of this resonate with you? Did some part of you react a little violently when I owned up on my attitudes and beliefs that need fixing? If you answered yes to any of those questions…

Join me. Get vulnerable. Get uncomfortable. Not for praise, not for absolution, but in pursuit of learning how you can best support this fight for justice.

Because what yesterday helped show me, what these women on the front lines have shown me, is that it is possible. There’s an energy in the air right now that I’ve either been blind to in the past because I just haven’t wanted to SEE or just hasn’t been there. I want that energy to keep going. It’s easy to “do the work” when everything is sensationalized, but what happens when the frequent protests stop? What happens when some new something happens and the media gloms onto that instead? Social justice doesn’t stop. The fight doesn’t stop. And for far too long, too many of us have allowed our privilege of whiteness to allow us to stop when the fervor dies down.

I sincerely believe that change is coming because people are ready to finally drill down, ready to finally take on their own shit. Maybe this hope is because I’m finally ready? Because now I see it? I don’t know the answer.

And I do know that I have some work to do to figure out how to write about this, how to own my vulnerability, without actually centering it on me, how to center it on the issues. As of now, the way I see it, is that by sharing these truths, sharing the understandings that come with these truths, maybe I have some folks who will also own their own truths and get to work, who will follow these folks heading up the good work and find out how they can use their own skills to fight this life-long fight. Because I sure as sin don’t want praise, and this isn’t about absolution for me, even if I do have guilt, but about finding a way to actually be of service.

I laid all of this down on the line not for you to judge me (do what you got to do), but to inspire you to go find what you need to do. Are you ready to face the hard truths? I’ll give you some recommendations of who to follow on Insta. I’m not going to lay it all down here, because these women will tell you that following them without action isn’t going to do you a whole lot of good. (Note: There are also plenty of men doing the hard work, I just happened to choose women to follow initially because… I don’t know… I guess that’s just where I gravitate?) Books that I’m personally going to be starting with can be found RIGHT HERE.

I don’t know how much of this deep dive I’ll be sharing, as I grapple with how to approach all of this in writing, using my skill of writing, without taking away from those key voices, as I grapple with how to uplift them, while owning my own truths and fixing the ones that need fixing. Because, at the end of the day, none of this is about me. It’s about the fact that Black people have gotten the shit-end of the stick and have from the beginnings of this country (and I most certainly do not mean this land, I mean the United States as a named country.) It’s about the societal structures that remain in play that push down some populations while raising up others (Christian, White, Straight, Male.) So, I grapple with how to write about this exploration, in hopes that people will join me in their own, without centering the issues on me because none of this is about me.

Change, quite literally, begins with me. Because if I don’t fix my own shit, I don’t help anybody else in fixing those societal structures that need one monster overhaul.

Deep Thoughts on Race

Let’s just put this out there at the beginning.

I am ass-white. Like, walk outside and get lobster-burnt white. Like, glow in the dark white. There is no surprise to my European mutt lineage.

Ok, now that that has been made clear, time to move on.

There have been a whole lot of recent Black killings. I’ve kept my mouth shut. I’ve kept my keyboard meme sharing fingers down. Not because I don’t feel anger and hurt for the most affected community, but because it’s about damn time I shut up and listen. I’m real good at talking and I’m real good at pretending to hear. But, it’s been a second since I stopped dead in my tracks and LISTENED. My voice simply wasn’t needed.

You know what I did wrong though? I didn’t amplify the voices that are needed. I didn’t help boost up the voices we need to hear.

I’m uncomfortable. I’m super uncomfortable. Oh, no, not because I’m talking about race. But, because I’ve failed. I sit here and talk about standing for my students, having even gone before the school board to protect my students, and I haven’t spent the time to WORK on my allyship. Learning doesn’t stop and I stopped… which inherently shows my privilege because I was able to stop.

So, here’s where maybe my voice can matter. I’m talking to my white folks right now. I’m going to talk about me and maybe you’re going to feel me, just a little. And, maybe, just maybe, you’ll join me in doing the WORK to BE better, to DO better. I don’t want to dare assume that you need to do some allyship work, because you’re not racist, right? I don’t want to dare assume that you need to do some allyship work, because you have Black friends, right? I don’t want to dare assume that you need to do some allyship work, because you think All Lives Matter, including Black ones, right?

If you’re sensing that I’m calling some folks out, you’d be correct. I’m calling me out too - have no fear - this isn’t hypocrite city. We all have prejudice. It’s what we do with that prejudice, it’s how we combat that prejudice, that makes a some kind of difference. I don’t know what the hell kind, but I’m going to have some kind of hope that there’s difference to be made.

I got complacent. I saw the consistent killings of Black folks and felt all kinds of feels. And kept on trucking with my life. I saw other killings of Black folks and started listening and paying a little more attention. I considered writing a blog, much like this one, even talked to a friend about it, then never quite got to it.

People. I had and have the ability to never quite get to it, to have all the feels and move on, because FEAR isn’t my daily life. I don’t open the door of my house and wonder if my ass white self is going to get killed today because I belong in the Twilight series. I don’t walk down the street, alone, and wonder if my Casper self is going to get a phone call for simply existing. Ok, sure, the female part of me maybe cringes a little at times, but that’s a whole different conversation. I have a disability - I have my own struggles - but I sure as sin don’t worry about somebody killing me because I have it.

Which, my friends, is the point. I have struggles because of things like my hearing impairment. Other folks have struggles, such socio-economic factors (one that is often brought up to combat against this idea of white privilege.) And guess what? White, and white passing, friends don’t have the same struggles as Black folks and people of color in general because they have one less personal fear when they open the door to their house to go outside. Shoot. Black folks aren’t even safe in their own homes. My struggles are not someone else’s struggles and I can’t begin to understand because I don’t live it. The whole walk in someone' else’s shoes thing is faulty - you can’t. The shoes don’t freaking fit! Take the time to LISTEN to that life that isn’t yours, that struggle that isn’t yours and LEARN how you can help.

I have a Black Godson that I worry about, as he gets older. I have a mixed-race daughter (Asian/White) who I’m already concerned about as she gets older because Asian women are so over-sexualized, so over-exoticized, in this country. (Sidenote: She will be in self-defense at the earliest possible age. Just saying.) My teeny tiny semblance of some base empathy doesn’t begin to touch on the fear mothers and fathers of Black children feel from the earliest possible ages. For all the fear I have for my daughter and her future, I don’t have to teach her to be wary of cops if they pull her over. (Again, gender has a whole slew of other issues and that’s a whole different soapbox.)

So. Here’s the gist. Because it’s not my voice you need to keep listening to at this point. I’ve got some work to do. I’ve already signed up for one course on working through my white privilege in becoming a better ally. There’s another one I desperately want to do, but it’s just a weee bit out of my current budget. Maybe someday. I’m going to leave a couple of websites to get started with below. But, before I do, there’s two more small (not so small) things I want to hit on.

It’s not anybody’s responsibility to teach us anything. Please, please, please, don’t go asking Black folks to educate you. There are a shit ton of resources out there for you to utilize if you actually want to learn. If somebody makes the offer to educate you, cool beans, take advantage. Otherwise, take advantage of all that “the Google” has to offer. In that same vein, if you start busting around to follow a diverse set of folks on Facebook or Insta or wherever the hell, please don’t just hang out to make yourself feel better - a very key point made by @moemotivate on Insta. LEARN SOMETHING. Engage - not necessarily by commenting. When I say, “engage,” I mean to do some deep thinking, deep reflecting, diving deep into that uncomfortable space that now is the time to make change. Then, figure out what action is appropriate based on the learning, reflecting, and changing - again, listening to the very ones who have been doing the work a heck of a lot longer than a great deal of us.

And the protesting? The looting and fires? Ok, so the media. It’s a shitshow. Let’s just keep that clear. It’s not even remotely showing the whole story, even if there’s a claim that they support the proverbial cause. The only cause the media supports is sensationalism to get clicks and views. Black protest, in general, is shit on. A protest with white (mostly) men going into a government building with armed weapons, some of them semi-automatic caused barely a batted eyelash. Nobody used tear gas, nobody got harmed, nobody lost their mind. Even the incompetence we call President supported them… ARMED WEAPONS IN A GOVERNMENT BUILDING. But, oh, take a knee to call attention to the racial divide in this country? Fired. Wear shirts to call attention to police brutality? Reprimanded. On and on and on and on. So… tell me. What protest is allowed? What do these all-knowing White folks suggest? Oh, show up to a government building with loaded weapons? Great idea. Oh, wait, we all know how that would end of Black folks did the exact same thing.

End of story is that white allyship needs to be better. Saying you aren’t racist isn’t enough. Sharing some memes isn’t enough. Sure, get down with your bad self and do both. But. IT ISN’T ENOUGH. Dig deep into the discomfort that privilege exists and that it has benefitted us for a dang long time. I’m a teacher - I take a risk posting this. But, it’s time I use this little voice of mine to uplift and share out those who have been doing what it takes to teach folks like me who need to do more.

I’m all about this. I’m digging. I can BE better. I can DO better. Starting with shutting the hell up, because I’ve talked far more than I had intended when you need to go listen to Black women (and men) who are FAR more capable, competent, and aware than I.

Resources:

“For Our White Friends Desiring to be Allies”

The Conscious Kid (Note: This is a Patreon site where it funds the work of the folks curating book lists and more. The book lists alone are worth the couple of bucks a month. I joined today and am already blown away by the access.)

“75 Things White People Can Do for Racial Justice”

Spiritual Activism Courses (This is the course I’m going to be taking tomorrow. I can share more if you reach out and are considering it, upon taking it.)

WeStories

There are so, so, so many more resources out there. These are just the ones I’ve been exploring and have personally been diving into, along with a few teaching related ones.

(Note: This was originally published in another section of this website. It didn’t feel appropriate there, but is already linked, so I’m leaving it there, but putting it here as well, where it is more appropriately placed.)

Broccoli vs. Brussel Sprouts

Apparently, the green veggie life is a complicated one.

I, personally, have upped my green veggie intake and like of them over the last couple of years. I like both broccoli and brussel sprouts, although the BS variety is a fairly recent addition to the like list as compared to the broccoli.

It has come to my attention that my mother has no idea what the difference is between the two, other than the fact that she doesn’t like either. (Then again, I’m not sure how she knows this if she hasn’t tried either in about billion years.)

We ordered out the other night and mom didn’t want her side. So, I ordered broccoli, so Parks can have some greens. She actually likes the heads, so who am I to argue if she’s actually going to eat it?

Mom looks at the green stuff in her box, sneers, looks over at Parks, who’s chowing down, and asks, “How are your brussel sprouts, Parker?”

Every single other person in the vicinity looked at my mother like she had lost her mind, including the 2.5 year old child. We gently let my mother know that those were not, in fact, brussel sprouts. And by gently, I mean we laughed uproariously and anything but gently corrected her.

What are you? Team Broccoli, Team Brussel Sprouts, Team Absolutely Neither, or Team Bring on the Greens?

(Photo culled from Silviarita on Pixabay)

(Photo culled from Silviarita on Pixabay)

(Note: No mother’s feelings were harmed in the making of this post. In fact, she’s explicitly proud of the fact that she doesn’t know her greens. Much less eat them. Caveat: She will eat peas - gross - and green beans.)

Living That Toes Life

Last night, I finally took off my nail polish and cut my toe nails after a long-ago pedi has finally caught up with me.

Let’s just say… #1,596,736 I need to lose weight. Bending over to cut nails is HARD.

This is one of those times where I’m reminded that carrying a load of extra weight isn’t easy. That those memes that say, “Choose your hard” actually do have a point. Do I want to keep living with this extra load on my body that makes it hard to do things or do I want to suck it up and dial in my nutrition?

Don’t get me wrong - I’m all about body positivity and live your best life and do you and blah blah blah. I still stand by this - if that’s the hard you choose if you’re in the same position, cool! Get down with your bad self.

I’m just saying, for me, what an eye opener. I haven’t had to do my own toes in a billion years, so haven’t needed to bend over, even while seated, for any extended period of time, so it just wasn’t one of those things that I thought about or cared about. Geez.

So, new random goal: Be able to trim my toe nails without practically dying.

Off Grid

I wrote this on Facebook, but not everybody is friends with me on FB and this needs to be said.


Time to go a little off grid.

I’ve been reading a lot of social media posts about parents being frustrated. Trying to homeschool (or, really, oversee schooling provided by teachers and feeling incapable because they are not trained teachers and not trained on platforms being stuffed down all of our throats) while doing all of their other usual life stuffs has them broken down, frustrated, and anxiety ridden.

I get it. I’m a high school teacher who has students still taking a high stakes exam in May. I have a toddler who’s at home. I just finished up work for another Masters. Plus, all the other life stuffs like everybody else. There’s my ethos for what I’m about to say.

When it comes to the school stuff - slow your roll and take a breath. For the secondary kiddos - encourage them to do what they can with what they’ve got. Fighting you still? Encourage them to simply read. I don’t even care what. Reading is one of the singular best things any child of any age can do to boost their capabilities in any subject. I realize I’m biased because I’m an English teacher, but really. Every subject uses language. Every subject uses reading. (Yes, even math). Ergo.

Also. Audiobooks - count. Graphic novels - count. At this point, I’d even be thrilled if my students were reading celebrity magazines, if they’d analyze how the language is being used to persuade the audience. Everything can be used for learning. Movies? TV shows? Old enough to know how to talk about character and old school plot development? Cool. Easy to find plot lines online. Do that, kiddo. Submit to teacher. (Ok, maybe ask first, but the point remains. There are options.)

Is the platform their struggle point? Encourage problem solving skills of looking up other places to learn the information, like Khan Academy or basic use of “the Google”. Encourage the learning of proper email techniques to email the teacher directly and ask for other materials.

And for the younger kiddos who aren’t self-sufficient - I really get it. Going from teaching the big kids to a toddler is a SHOCK to the system. Am I doing as good of a job as her teachers? Nope! Is there a little too much tv happening up in here? Yup! Are we taking advantage of any opportunity to count things and learn letters, like we used to do on weekends (that are never ending in the worst possible way now)? Yup. Read, read, read. Any break for reading is excellent. Is that good enough?

For now? Yes. Yes, it is. Because it has to be. I’m still getting up between 4 and 430am, because that’s when I have me time and then can actually get some work in. I work into the evenings and in random pockets of time, because that’s all I’m able to do. We all have different schedules now and we all are having to find ways to adjust.

Including the school systems. The adjustments are awkward - across the board in all neighboring counties. Things are going off rails left and right (technology is great - until it isn’t) and we, the teachers, are doing the best we can for our students (and their parents) with what we’ve got. And the same can be said for parents in doing the best they can with what they’ve got.

I get the struggle. I get the fear your child will fall behind. I get the concern that they’ll fail, they’ll never go to college, and then be ruined for life. Ok, so maybe that’s a little overdramatic, but it’s also the point. Your kids, and you, will be fine. We, the teachers, will do what we do best next school year and get to work, working with every child to get them back into the swing and caught up if they’ve fallen behind. It’s quite literally our job, and for most of us, our passion.

So. Please. Please. Please. Do not let the schooling part of all of this be your biggest stressor. Please. Please. Please. Don’t let this be what breaks down your parent/child relationship. Work together as you are able, understanding not everybody has the resources or time, and then find other ways to engage. Read a book together and talk. Find a show together and talk. Take up a new hobby together and talk. Cook together and talk. I realize this all sounds idyllic. Again, do what you CAN with what you HAVE - as little or much as that may be.

Stay safe. Stay well. We are all in this together - even when our situations look drastically different.

Recipe: Mexican Lasagna

Oldie, but goodie! I had to dig through the archives for this one! I was thinking about it the other day and it is def going on the menu this week. So, while I didn’t make a “new” recipe last week, I did re-discover a realllllly old one. Below is the old blog written with the deets. There were once upon a time terrible pics… maybe I’ll get around to fixing that soon… Or, let’s be real, maybe I won’t.


INGREDIENTS:

  • 1 yellow bell pepper, chopped

  • 1 orange bell pepper, chopped (if you like the spicier peppers, they can be replaced with red and green!)

  • 1 onion, chopped

  • 1 pound 99% fat free ground turkey (or 93% fat free ground beef!)

  • 1/4 cup 21 Day Fix Southwest Seasoning OR a little less of McCormick's Southwest Seasoning OR a little less of the Fiesta Party Seasoning (Note: 21 Day Fix approved means you should be using the actual recipe from your 21 Day Fix book, BUT these other options are delicious if you're making this as a healthier lifetstyle option! We've personally used the Fiesta Party Seasoning and it is DELISH - although a little less than a 1/4 cup is needed, unless you like it SPICY)

  • 1 1/2 cups shredded cheddar cheese (or 6 blue containers) ~ (We use Mexican Shredded Mix or Taco Mix just to spice it up!)

  • 1 cup of fat free refried beans (or 2 red containers or darn close to one regular sized can!)

  • 2 tsp olive oil

  • 12 corn tortillas

  • 1/4 cup water

  • Cooking spray (We use a coconut oil cooking spray)

DIRECTIONS:

1. Pre-heat the oven to 375 degrees. While this is heating...

2. Heat olive oil in a large skillet over medium high heat and add chopped peppers and onions and cook until tender or a nice, light brown (I personally go for a more medium brown as I like the sweeter taste!) Remove from the skillet and set aside.

3. Brown your ground turkey in the same skillet until almost done. Add cooked onions and peppers to the meat mixture, along with the Southwest Seasoning and 1/4 cup of water. Simmer for 10 minutes.

4. Spray the bottom of a 9x13 pan with cooking spray. Line the bottom of the pan with 6 tortillas. Spread with one red container of the refried beans. Spread 1/2 of the meat/veggie mixture over the tortillas and beans.

5. Layer the remaining 6 tortillas on top of the meat mixture. Repeat spreading the refried beans and remaining meat/veggie mixture.

6. Sprinkle the shredded cheese evenly over the top.

7. Bake at 375 degrees for 30 minutes, or until heated through and the cheese is hot and bubbly!

Makes 6 servings 

These servings make for awesome leftovers!!!

Per Serving: 1 Red, 1 Yellow, 1 Green, 1 Blue

Adapted from: Rx For Healthy Living

Recipe: Animal Style Cauliflower

We’re cooking a lot.

A whole lot. I’ve almost lost 10 pounds, so I guess this is a good thing, but daaaaang am I getting tired of my kitchen. Ok, it’s not like I loved it a whole lot to begin with, but still!!!

A bunch of folks on my team recommended a recipe from one of the Beachbody nutritionists: Animal Style Cauliflower. I’m going to give her direct recipe and make a note when we added additions to make it into a more fully fleshed meal.

To be frank: this ish was the bomb-diggity. LOVE. I also happen to like cauliflower, but J doesn’t really. He even said it was ok. (That’s a glowing review. I swear.)

ANIMAL STYLE CAULIFLOWER

From the IG link linked above

From the IG link linked above

Noah’s Animal Style Cauliflower + Additions

INGREDIENTS:

-1 large or 2 small cauliflower heads

-1 tbsp + 1tsp of taco seasoning

-1 1/3 cup of shredded cheddar cheese (we used shredded Mexican cheese)

-1/2 cup thousand island dressing mixed with 1oz hot water

-1/2 pound ground beef or ground turkey (addition to original recipe)

-Couple handfuls of french fries (addition to original recipe)

DIRECTIONS:

  1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees.

  2. Chop the cauliflower into chunk and place on a sheet pan coated with non-stick spray. Lightly coat the cauliflower with the spray and top with 1tbsp of taco seasoning and toss.

  3. Cook the cauliflower at 400 degrees for 20-25 minutes.

  4. Brown your ground turkey or beef on the stove while the cauliflower is cooking.

  5. Remove the cauliflower from the oven. Sprinkle with the ground beef/turkey, 1 more tsp of taco seasoning, and 1 cup of shredded cheese. Cover with foil and bake at 400 degrees for another 10 mins.

  6. Air fryer (if you have one or throw into the oven at the appropriate time) your french fries for what is suggested for the fries and air fryer you’ve purchased.

  7. Uncover and top with an additional 1/3 cup of cheese. Let sit and melt for about a minute.

  8. Top with the thousand island and dig in!

If you don’t want the meat - the instructions are the exact same, just minus the meat! Keeps it simple. If you don’t want the extra carbs, don’t add the fries. It’s a super simple side for other meals as well, or a great snack, or with the additions, an excellent meal!

I love the simplicity of this and kept diving in. I had a harder time keeping my hands away than forcing myself to eat it - so, win!

Pinterest Mom Failure

I always have really creative ideas. Or, somebody else has them and I want to implement them. Especially when it comes to holidays and my kiddo.

Easter this year, pandemic style, was a classic example of intention versus failure. The failure won out big time. If Parker’s grandmother hadn’t sent some eggs, we wouldn’t have even had a mini Easter egg hunt. So, there’s a win from Grandma.

I had bought an umbrella a while ago, to make that the Easter “basket” and fill it with all sorts of fun goodies. It rained a couple of weeks ago, so Parks got her umbrella early and I never ended up buying anything else to fill it. My friend, Sarah, bought Parks a present, so fortunately I had that as well. (And, yes, I bought her daughter a little something… my continued failure means I haven’t actually taken it over to the house yet… whoops)

I saw all these pics from folks on IG/FB where they did all these cute Easter baskets and presents and who knows what else and absolutely did fall down the rabbit hole of comparison. I’m so not a good mom because I didn’t have a basket for Parks and blah blah blah.

Ok, one. She’s two. This is not going to make or break her life. Let’s get real.

And two. I’m not a bad mom period because of this, but reinsert point one here as a super clear point on that one.

Sorry, Parks. Your pictures from Pandemic Easter will include a nice family picture and a video of a tiny Easter egg hunt that only came to fruition because somebody else gave us the goodies to make that happen.

Reality check.

That’s ok. It’s all just ok. Maybe if she were older and actually knew what was happening, I’d have cared a little more to get it done, somehow, someway sooner.

But, in this time, with all that’s going on, it just wasn’t where my energy needed to be. Props to the moms who made it happen and were able to divert some energy to making it happen. You have some awesome videos and pictures that I really enjoyed viewing.

And to the moms much more like me this year: lose the comparison. It’s all just ok. This does not make you (or me) a bad mom in any way, shape, or form. Everybody has different strengths and right now, this is just not one of mine.

So, for now, I’m going to give up my dream of becoming a Pinterest Mom. (Ok, we all know that was never a dream because I don’t have the patience for that ish, but the thought is there…)

I’m going to just go right on ahead and keep on being the banging mom that I am.

And all of it, no matter what, is perfectly fine.

Because that’s pandemic life, much less real life.

It’s all just fine.

Review Shenanigans: One-Step Hair Dryer

Friends up the wazoo recommended this one-step hair dryer for a quick hair dry, even when the hair is wet. I’m going to get to that in a second.

Hair background: My hair is super curly and there is a whole lot of it. Prior to pandemic crazy, I got my hair done once a week at DryBar because it lasted all week and I didn’t have to be putting heat daily on my hair, which is what I would have to do when I did it myself because I don’t get quite the same level of tightness that other folks do. If I do my own hair, then I wash it one day, let it air dry (taking generally over 24 hours) and then taking heat to it only in the form of a flat iron. I really don’t like doing more than that if I’m going to have to touch up daily anyways. That and I can never get the blow dryer process to work because you need to get my hair TIGHT for it to straighten out and not be a frizzy mess.

Ok, so now that that background is out of the way…

When everybody recommended this one-step hair dryer thing, I was intrigued and rushed off to buy it. I know - shocker.

I blew the fuse the first time I used it. Apparently, I picked a plug that is on the same electric system as my car that was plugged in. Whoops… I stuffed it in a drawer and didn’t use it again because it was in a drawer and I started getting my hair done.

Well, my hair was wet and I wanted nice hair for Easter, so I busted it out of the drawer and tried again. Lo and behold… I picked another outlet that is connected to my car and blew the fuse again. I send my hubs running to fix that problem and he unplugged the car while he was at it.

Cool! I can finally use this thing!

It was not as fast as I had hoped. Granted, my expectations were maybe a little high and maybe the friend’s who recommended it don’t have hair quite as thick as mine. But, it definitely was not a time saver. That being said, I did NOT have to wait 24+ hours for my hair to dry to do it.

On the plus side, it did get straighter than when I try to blow dry my own hair. The roots are better and I didn’t totally kill my arms to get to that point. On the flip side - my hair was (and next morning: is) still a bit frizzy. I don’t have that issue when I do the wait and flat iron thing, at least while I’m still in the house. Outside weather will be what it will be no matter what. I also didn’t really get a style out of it, but that could also be because it was almost time to go and I was, admittedly, a tiny bit frustrated that I wasn’t some gorgeous supermodel coming out of it.

Overall though? I’d use it again when there’s a need. It’s not a replacement for getting my hairs done once a week, so that’s money that will continue to fly right out the door come whenever we’re allowed to get back to business. But, for the time being, it’s useful enough. And, to note, I do have PITA hair, so those with slightly easier hair to begin with may find that it’s this fabulous contraption that lights their world on fire. Or, just makes it easier, if one doesn’t feel the need to overexaggerate.

Revlon One-Step Volumizer Hair Dryer

(And, yes, I understand the hilarity of having a volumizer hair dryer when the last thing my hair needs is extra volume)

Review Shenanigans: Air Fryer

We joined the air fryer train a while back. We didn’t really use it right away, as one does. (Or maybe that’s just us…)

Then, pandemic mania hit and we are eating at home a whole lot more. If you know me, then you know that I realllllly don’t like to cook. I love to eat, but the cooking part of all that? Not my favorite thing in the world.

Enter: Our Air Fryer. I love that thing. I made a banging salmon one night, consistently tasty and crispy potatoes, and the kiddo’s chicken nuggets are legit. It’s all faster than when in the oven and, oddly, much easier. I do use less oil, which is always nice.

So, while I felt a wee bit like a basic chick diving into this trend, it was worth it. I’m excited to make zucchini fries tonight, along with baby potatoes and salmon. The zuch will be our appetizer and the pots will be done in the oven, so it can coincide with the salmon coming out.

If you’ve been on the fence? Get off the fence and go get you one. It’s easy to use, easy to clean, and makes the cooking life easier.

One forewarning: the thing is freaking hot when in use. Make sure there’s a little space between it and anything else when it’s actually doing its frying thing.

Another “con”: It takes up space on the counter. It’s also sizeable. If you have an Instant Pot, they do have a lid that turns it into an Air Fryer - I can’t speak to the efficacy of that one, but it is an option for those that already have a monster machine and don’t want another. Um… that would be us… we have all the monster machines…

Still, worth it to me! It is a few dollars investment, but now that we’re actually using it, almost daily, that investment is paying itself off.

I’ll add the link to the one I have, so you know which specific one I reviewed in terms of size and ease (and I do not get squat on payment or partnership or any of that - it’s just a link cause I’m nice like that):

Instant Pot Air Vortex

Medical Nana's

My Godmother’s name was Candy. But, somehow, my crappy hearing turned Candy into Nana. So, for the rest of her years and in fond memory, she has remained Nana (na - na, not naa-naa). It made buying sappy Godmother cards at all the holidays real easy.

She was a geriatric nurse and my mom would call her every time I managed to get the slightest bump. Suffice it to say: Na was on the phone a lot.

I’ve been thinking a lot about these memories lately, since my daughter’s Godmother, in an interesting turn of events, is called Auntie Nana. There is not a direct correlation to doing this, it just sort of happened, but it’s a nice continuation of tradition - even if it wasn’t meant. Especially since my daughter’s middle name is the middle name of my Godmother.

Fun fact? My bestie up in MD, friends since 7th grade, Godmother to each other’s children, is a pediatrician. I bet you can see where this is going.

I call her. And send her pictures. Frequently.

“Hey, lady! Um, here’s this weird rash. Is it dangerous or just her eczema?”

“Hiiiiiii. She’s got a dry cough and a wee fever, nothing wild. Do I freak out now?” (To note: there was no freaking necessary - it was the onset of allergies - poor child appears to have mommy’s internal body and daddy’s external one)

“Oh, by the way, what’s up? How’s it going?” (This is when I’m done trying not to freak out about the weird stuff. I’m normally a pretty calm mom, but every so often, my kid likes to present with weird ish)

There’s nothing super silly to this story. Just some really fond memories and a sense of comfort that somehow the tradition has continued and my kid will have her Nana, just like I had mine.

(Fun fact: C left her lotion here during one of her weekend stays. Parks found it, smelled it, yelled, “Auntie Nana!!!” and proceeded to put some on. She now has to have some daily. More often than not, she mentions Auntie Nana while putting it on.)

Pandemic Changes Things

Well. Well. Well.

If you didn’t know, there’s a pandemic going on. I don’t know about you, but things are looking a whole lot of different around these parts.

Suffice it say, my nutritional goals are to not snack all day long and gain a billion pounds.

Seriously though, I’ve actually lost a couple of pounds. I started a new program with my team that I am LOVING and am actually being more consistent with than I have been in a whole long time. It’s really been quite delightful to have that accountability.

It’s a catch-22 though. My water intake is up, which is excellent health-wise. But, hello, pandemic that affects the respiratory, so all stores are out of toilet paper. I’m female. One needs tp to clean things up. I mean, I suppose air drying is an option, but who’s got time for that?! As such, I get a little paranoid drinking so much, meaning I have to pee a whole lot more often. When I was teaching in person, it wasn’t a big deal - it was their tp. Now that it’s ours? Oy vey.

We also won’t discuss my life choices of not putting on real pants (or a bra) since the day school let out. That’s like… March 11th? Yeah… About that… I may or may not have somehow rebudgeted, so I could buy myself a couple of new comfier sports bras and yoga pants. I mean, they’ll actually get put to use, I figure. So, it’s not a total waste of money. Right?

Veggie + IF Life

Well, vegan failure at the max. This semester is proving far more than I can handle on multiple fronts. Instead of trying and failing miserably on multiple fronts, I’d rather reign in the expectations of myself and succeed at small goals and someday hit those big ones.

I have a tendency to go a little overboard on the grandiose plans.

Yes, I know. You’re shocked.

What IS working right now? Intermittent Fasting. Granted, this more of a forced thing. I NEVER eat breakfast at home. Like. Ever. Even at my most motivated and dedicated, I just didn’t eat at home. So, I would stop at the ‘Bucks, because, of course, I NEED to eat breakfast, right?

No. No, I really do not.

So, instead of doing the failing at eating breakfast or forking over money hand and foot, I’ve just been enforcing IF hours. I stop eating by 9pm or so each night and I eat again between noon and one the next day. Weekends are still my weak point on that front, but I’ll work my way there.

As for the vegan life… I’m going to work my way to it. Rather than cold turkey, which just isn’t working right now because I don’t have the brain power, or, frankly, the emotional investment. But, it is how my body seems to best respond. Soooooo. One step at a time. First up - sugar. So long any sugar that isn’t fruit or the little bit I add to unsweet iced tea. Time to lose this sweet tooth. Also, I really don’t eat meat much, so that goes as well. Fish will stay for a couple of weeks, then will drop that as well.

Smoothies are mmmmmm. I really do need to make more. (Photo sourced from silvarita on Pixabay)

Smoothies are mmmmmm. I really do need to make more.

(Photo sourced from silvarita on Pixabay)


The long-term plan? Stay vegetarian, with sparing use of eggs and dairy and whatnot, for a while. Once I graduate and get done with the AP exam, I’ll see what I’m able to do. If I feel good mentally, then will keep stepping to veganism. If not, I’ll wait until summer when I won’t have classes and won’t be working.

Obviously, the vegan life isn’t because I’m super worried about the animals. I won’t lie. I desperately want to visit a farm and fall in love with cows and pigs and chickens, so that I become this passionate advocate for sentient beings, which I know they are, but because I don't KNOW personally… it’s easy to compartmentalize.

I mean, we don’t eat dogs in this country. So, it does beg the question how does are so different than other animals? And, honestly, they’re just not. Does that mean I’m going to rush off to eat dog? Heck, no! But, I do need this idea to take hold. If only for selfish reasons of wanting my belly to start being happy with me again.

Toddlers Sleep Weird

Anybody else, specifically moms, possibly even more specifically toddler moms, ever wonder if they’re just a little weird? Or a little paranoid? Or have just plain lost their marbles?

For instance:

The other night, I turned on the app that spies on Parks. I mean, the safety monitor to ensure her care. I noticed her weird positioning and decided to grab some popcorn, sit back, and watch the entertainment as she was going to slide right out of bed. Ok, I really didn’t grab the popcorn, but I wondered if I should army crawl my way into the way to fix her. Ultimately, I decided against it as that would wake her and if she did “fall out,” it would really just be a slow slither, feet first, and she’s about an inch off the ground - she’ll be fine. But, it was a long internal conversation just to get to that point.

P.s. I should have gotten the popcorn. Watching toddlers sleep is oddly entertaining. Or is that just a mom thing?

Here’s a cute, sleeping koala for your viewing pleasure.(Picture source: StockSnap on Pixabay)

Here’s a cute, sleeping koala for your viewing pleasure.

(Picture source: StockSnap on Pixabay)



What is Worthy?

Everyday, I do an affirmation of the day. I may read others or reflect or meditate on others, but I have a key one for throughout the day. I haven’t much considered WHY I do this now, it just felt right a couple of weeks ago and I went with it.

Today? I got it. Today’s affirmation quite simply read, “I am Worthy.” I didn’t have much to say on my Insta Stories this morning, where I share the daily affirmation and my initial thoughts on it. I believe I said something about just keep on trucking and knowing that worth isn’t tied to any one thing. It was the first morning where I didn’t feel a need to wax poetic and then need to shut myself up, because who really goes on Insta Stories to hear someone babble?

A while ago, I passed a mirror and exclaimed a variation of, “hubba hubba.” Those who know me know that this is probably not a rare occurrence - I’ve always been known to gander in the mirror (and sometimes for long periods of time.) But, these days? It is rare. I haven’t felt particularly good-looking (insert whatever variety of synonym you wish) and so I haven’t really done my old-school, massive ego, stare in the mirror thing. Oddly, I kinda miss that girl. Do I look so special today? Nope. No make-up. My hair is done, but it’s a little flyaway right now. Do I look any different than last week? Again, nope. Nothing has changed. In fact, it’s probably more obvious now than it was then that I need my brows worked on.

And, because I have spent random moments today thinking about the phrase, “I am Worthy,” did I realize that… it really is that simple. There may be a lot of life stuffs going on right now, some of which will be shared over time and some that is not my place to share, but irrespective of what’s happening, where I’ve been, where I’m headed, I can still have faith and love in myself, consider myself worthy of whatever comes my way and to believe myself worthy of what I want.

Ultimately, my random decision a few weeks ago to stick with one key affirmation throughout the day, not just for a workout, has now made sense. Interesting how the universe can speak to us sometimes. I didn’t know then that I would need this practice and that I would need to have actually practiced this practice for today to make sense.

What an incredible way to head into regularly scheduled programming that is life, now that the holidays are over.

Just me. No make-up. Fly-away and gray hair. Bring it on.

Just me. No make-up. Fly-away and gray hair. Bring it on.

Changing It Up!

If you haven’t been clued in yet, I send a weekly newsletter by email once a week.

I may or may not be consistent about updating blogs on this website, for general pleasure, but I will be consistent with those newsletters. I’m also going to be tracking the vegan journey up in here, so check back for some recipes and reviews.

I started on Mailchimp, because, let’s be real. I already pay for domain and website hosting through Squarespace and I’m not gaining any income from any of this. Buuuuuut. It was convoluted and a bit of a PITA (that’s pain-in-the-ass for those of you who don’t know) to use. I can’t speak to their paid version and the free version was fine enough. That being said, for a few pennies (or more than a few pennies, but I’m not trying to guilt trip anybody here), I can use Squarespace and keep all of my ish together in one space.

So, obviously, I’m making the switch, if only to save some amount of sanity. I can lose my mind over other things.

I’m excited to see what else Squarespace can offer me. I already love the use of it from the past few years, so I know this is just a next fun step in the journey.

Oh! And Happy New Year!!! I hope your 2020 is off to a roaring great start. (See what I did there? Yeah? Yeah? Yeah? Ok, I’m just going to go slink off now…)

Cute little photo created by AnnaliseArt, distributed through Pixabay

Cute little photo created by AnnaliseArt, distributed through Pixabay

Holiday Week Shenanigans

Am I crazy to be shopping the day before Christmas Eve? So, Christmas Eve Eve? Not just any shopping, GROCERY shopping.

I’ve never really been adult-y enough to have a need to shop for food on the holidays. Yes, I just turned 35. Yes, I am married, have a house, a dog, and a child. Yes, I’m an only child and my parents live near. There, you just answered your (unheard by me) question.

I just made the menu for the week, taking into account a totally not normal schedule, not only for myself, but daycare as well. Must. Make. Sure. Child. Is. Fed. Got it. Nobody call the authorities; I got it covered.

My goal is to go all vegan this week, with a few bites of dad’s definitely-not-vegan Christmas Eve dinner. I.e. I’m bringing two veggies sides for me and his meal will be addition versus my main. We’ll see how well my dedication and self-control hold out when put up against prime rib, mashed potatoes, and yorkshire pudding. I’m not even sure I’d bet on me!

My holiday spirit comes and goes this year. So, I’m looking forward to some time with family in my parent’s decorated house. I’m also thinking a trip to a local nursery/farm type place that does it up with lights. Parks LOVES all the Christmas trees and I’m thinking she would really enjoy those. It feels like there’s more pressure to produce holiday spirit when a kid (kids) is involved. And because I’m feeling forced, I’m not totally feeling it. What does this mean? Well, first I had to own it and throw away any shame attached to the fact that I should feel holiday spirit just because and I don’t at all times. Now? Making sure I’m diving into my me-time. I haven’t been as consistent as I should be and that’s not helping. Also, finding activities that I know my kiddo would actually like and make sure to take her to those. While there’s not a lot of holiday season left, there’s more than enough to do some things. There’s enough pressure being a mom, no need to add to the pile by pretending something that’s not there. Time to go out and cultivate it.

What kinds of traditions do your families participate in during the holiday season? What’s your favorite memory of childhood?

I have no idea where this is, but it sure is pretty. And has a MAC store. You can’t lose! (Pic sourced from Michelle Maria on Pixabay.com)

I have no idea where this is, but it sure is pretty. And has a MAC store. You can’t lose!

(Pic sourced from Michelle Maria on Pixabay.com)

What's Coming

A great deal of folks have requested me to share my old pregnancy posts.

So, this blog?

All the old (like those posts) and some of the new! My weekly newsletter will hold my favorite moments or the least talked about crap that needs to be talked about while this space is for the rest of the shenanigans!

This is a shorty intro blog for those who just may be exploring my site and want to see SOMETHING here.

HI!!!

Here’s a random gnomie in a tree for your viewing pleasure. (Image sourced from Pixabay, by Couleur)

Here’s a random gnomie in a tree for your viewing pleasure. (Image sourced from Pixabay, by Couleur)

Peppermint Mocha Shakeology Martini (Yes, Legit Alcohol Involved)

I’ll throw down the direct link to the recipe for you, but I’ll give you a hint: it’s got actual vodka.

And, it’s vegan.

Um. What?! I’m in.

All the way in. And I don’t even drink much anymore.

PEPPERMINT MOCHA SHAKEOLOGY MARTINI RECIPE

Man, do those look pretty or what?! If mine turn out half that pretty, I’ll be thrilled. I realize this is not the most in-depth recipe, but we all know I’m really good at mucking things up in the kitchen.(Picture sourced from the blog post link pro…

Man, do those look pretty or what?! If mine turn out half that pretty, I’ll be thrilled. I realize this is not the most in-depth recipe, but we all know I’m really good at mucking things up in the kitchen.

(Picture sourced from the blog post link provided)