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.
Do you ever feel guilty about complaining about your bad day? I always kind of do. I always feel guilty because I’m pretty sure there’s someone out there in the world that’s having an even worse day than me. I’m sure of it. Bad days happen. Just like bad hair days. Mine are usually exclusively related. If I wake up and my hair has a nice swing to it, I’m generally pumped and my positive vibing just roles right on through everything.
So, instead of telling you why yesterday was super lame (because that’d be lame), I’m going to show you my current late-night exercise, as of late, that I’ve started to take very seriously due to its therapeutic results. Enter: my “Cute Animals” board on Pinterest.
Lately, I’ll sit in bed with my laptop and search for cute animals photos. Because is there anything better than staring at a pic of two kangaroos slow-dancing? No. Is there anything more hilarious than seeing pigs fly? No. Is there anything more adorable than two French bulldogs cuddling? I mean…I challenge you to find it.
I urge you to start your own cute animals board. Seriously.
Are you jealous of my life yet? Well you should be because I have awesome scones in my kitchen that can soon be baked up in yours too, if you like.
Onion rings remind me of George Clooney. Always. (Such a weird sentence, eh?! Well it’s true. They do.)
When I was in college in North Carolina, the film Leatherheads came to shoot in town and Mr. Clooney was the lead. I got a job as a production assistant, filling in only a few days here and there because I was still in school and hated being a production assistant with a very deep passion.
Anewayzzz, on this particular day I had the awesome duty of “watching the door so no one comes through it,” so I was there in this random corner of this old building all by myself doing yoga stretches or something. As I was mid-stretch I heard on the walkie that Clooney was about to come upstairs, past me and to his trailer, which was located across the street. I was ordered to stand outside. Why? No idea. I just did what I was told.
So, outcomes Clooney into the real, North Carolina world, being guided by a gigantic bodyguard. Just as he’s crossing the street, I spot a woman running full speed toward George! I mean she’s trekking it for him. Behind her is her car, which she left in DRIVE going slowly down the street and heading into the middle of the intersection.
I yell on the walkie that we need help…or something…and out comes another PA from a random building. He jumps in her car and slams on the brakes. Phew! He takes a peek behind him into her backseat and sees her 6-month old!! in the backseat. Of the car that she just abandoned.
Of course the bodyguard didn’t let her touch Clooney. And set came to a halt as everyone was consumed with the drama that came with a woman abounding her infant child for a chance at touching Clooney. Some people are crayyyy!
An hour or so later I was let off of my PA shift and went to go meet some friends. I guess deep down I was sort of distressed because I straight-up emotionally ate an entire plate of onion rings. So, that’s why onion rings always remind me of George Clooney. THE END!