Sometimes I come to write about a new recipe and I freeze. I’m not sure what to say or what to disclose or what to tell. Sometimes, a lot of the times, I want to tell you everything: my dreams, my drama, my stress, the parking ticket. But I don’t. I hold back most times. Mainly because I’m somewhat of a private person, I realize. I kind of want my struggles to be mine, I want to swallow them and hopefully make something out of them.
Sometimes I wonder if that’s a bad trait, or maybe it’s just a bad trait when you have a blog, which can often times become like another version of a reality television show. I’m not interested in that route.
I mean, it’s taken me years to tell my friends everything that’s going on in my life—it’s not easy. I find it easier to be the listener, the friend who nods and gives advice. I’m much better at that.
I think I’ve struggled with this the entire time I’ve had this blog. What is too much. How much should I share. Also, one thing I would never want to do is use my life with others, my relationships with them and just exploit that for likes, comments, attention. That would feel awful. Some things should be sacred and private and belong to people.
I’m currently in a dark hole also known as a “Catfish Marathon.” Perhaps you’ve tried it yourself. Catfish is back on, so of course I’m watching the old episodes AND the new ones. Josh HATES Nev. I think most boyfriends do. I think he’s thoughtful and congenial, though I did think him and his co-host were in a relationship together, which apparently is NOT The case. I thought this because they seemed so fond of each other on the show AND if you’ve seen the movie Catfish, you’ll remember the scene with him showing the camera his tramp stamp. Dudes with tramp stamps are a thing, I guess.
Anyewayz, enough trash, let’s talk about pie. PBS Food invited me to be their new blogger, so of course I was like, DUH YES! I used to watch PBS food programs every Saturday morning with my papa. I would actually even go as far as saying that PBS food programs taught me how to cook. Life is coming first circle. I love it when that happens. My first contributing recipe is this Raspberry Swirl Buttermilk Pie. Isn’t it kinda pretty? It’s tart and sweet and fragrant. I love it. Head over to their blog to view the recipe and post.
I hope you guys are having an awesome Saturday. I’m headed to Palm Springs on Monday for a vacation time. I’m mostly excited to get Amelia to see her swim–she’s such a good lil’ swimmer!
In the first season of Felicity (yes, I’m re-watching it right now AND loving it), Ben Covington (Scott Speedman) says that everyone is good at three things. Three things! So, I asked myself: What three things am I good at?! I thought long and hard about these answers; here they are:
1. I’m a good daughter. I call my parents, include them in my life (despite us living across the country from one another), I listen to them, and make time them. Because, as I’ve learned over the years, all parents really want is time.
2. I’m a really good girlfriend. And a really really bad ex-girlfriend. Like, I might throw out your clothes/DVDs/electronic equipment that you leave at my house. Might. Whatevs!
3. I’m a very good biscuit creator/dreamer/taster/eater. I wasn’t born this way. No. My talent for making biscuits comes from just straight obsession. No talent needed, just facts and a few tips and tricks.
My love for biscuits is well documented on this here corner of the internet that is A Cozy Kitchen, but I wasn’t always good at making them. I actually remember making my first batch of biscuits in college and remember them being flat, sort of bland and dry. Now, they’re tall, flaky, buttery and kind of amazing.