Have you ever thought about jumping ship?
Abandoning the diligence and duty you serve for others in order to pick yourself up out of the muck and mire of the daily grind? It all got me thinking: How do we keep ourselves content in between the curtain calls of life?
Ask yourself – What is it that makes your clock tick?
I asked and I was shocked by my answer…
Sorry for such a long time since we’ve last met. So much can happen in one day.
The sun wakes us up. It invigorates our minds and imaginations. It determines our goals for the day and then sets so beautifully to settle our minds, hearts, and souls.
Today I got to thinking – Do we fully meet the goals we set forth upon waking?
As we shower, brush our teeth, and make plans for the great hours cast before us each morning, how often are we satisfied at the end of the day? As we rest heads on pillows are we validated by the completion of these goals or do we say…tomorrow…I will do it tomorrow?
There has been a lot of change in the world for me and I’m not sure, but I think this is only the beginning. In a world that moves too fast and is too loud I try to remember – tomorrow is not today.
Push on and be yourself – you are the only person worth being – and you are great. Love your muse and be thankful for their presence.
Happy Memorial Day,
Home Test Kitchen – Day 2
Recipe: The Humble Banana Muffin
Taste: Delicious and like a banana muffin with only a slight aftertaste (that no one in my family could detect but me)
Tears: Only tears of joy
Swearing: Not unless you count the Warrior’s Cry after battle
Texture: Like how a muffin should look…yummy, soft, and moist
Expense: criminal, but with a good-heart
Result: Ohhhhh Yeah (Kool-Aid Man Style)
Literary Inspiration: The Picture of Dorian Gray. These muffins could quite possibly sell their breakfast souls in order to retain their beauty and taste (and to become comfortably numb to the cost of flour).
Problem Solving: The major issue for me was the cost (I’m a schoolteacher for crying out loud). This flour costs more than an hour of minimum wage in the United States, therefore if you have food sensitivities you may want to take out a 2nd mortgage on your home (but then you good-food-people-of-alternative-cooking-land know this and I’m sure you’ve already mortgaged out a few times already). Also, I’m pretty sure it’s written in the pages of world history textbooks that long ago pepper sold for more than the price of gold and you know what they say about history repeating itself and all that nerdy awesome historian stuff.
Culprit: Wheat – because it is you I’m peacefully trying to replace. So yes, I’m pointing my finger at you wheat. Which finger? I will never tell.
Hunch: Too much wheat running wild on the streets. These gangs of wheat thugs are armed and dangerous!
Next Steps: Eat my banana muffins and make a French press while practicing my lousy French on my cats. Viva la muffin de banane!
Until Then: Think about reconfiguring the lyrics to, “Do You Know the Muffin Man?” into “Do You Know the Gluten-Free Muffin Man?” I have a feeling that muffin man has teeth made of gold and only operates in hundreds (I imagine him looking like the Monopoly Man but way more hipster!)
P.S. I think I secretly have expensive taste and therefore I can justify this great recipe from the good people of Cup4Cup. Thank you for helping change the world.
Recipe Link: (http://www.cup4cup.com/recipes/banana-muffins/)
Rather than go through the long and painful long process of elimination to root out bad flour, last night I made the hasty decision to jump to the top of the gluten-free food chain. I threw on mascara and lipgloss, jumped into my VW Golf and zipped to Whole Foods in an effort to correct the blueberry muffin debacle.
I spent some time looking at flours and in the end I decided to skip the drama and buy the most expensive gluten-free all-purpose flour on the market. The next executive decision came when I realized I needed to downscale my fruit expense, therefore for my next recipe I’m going to experiment with the humble banana muffin. Someday I will revisit the blueberry, but for now the blueberry is no friend of my pocketbook. Au Revoir Monsieur Blueberry, I will see you this summer.
Now the banana muffin baking has been completed and the muffins are cooling, but the write up however requires some attention that will need to be written in a quiet reflection… and over an icy Diet Pepsi.
Day #1 Recipe: Gluten-Free Blueberry Corn Muffins
Taste: Funny…and not in the Tina Fey way
Swearing: A little…ok, yes
Expense: Higher than I would like, but I won’t need to work an additional part-time job to be able to afford this flour.
Result: An obvious double damn and a full garbage dump.
Literary Inspiration to the Rescue: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix – I’m pretty sure that eating one of these muffins is not near as bad as sitting 5 minutes in Professor Umbridge’s office. Just sayin’…
Problem Solving: Find the culprit that is killing my palette and set a new course of action to eradicate the “damn” factor. I’ve decided to taste each ingredient in the raw to determine which ingredient spoiled the muffin.
Culprit: The Gluten-Free All Purpose Flour was the gross factor, which included a mixture of: potato, sorghum, tapioca, garbanzo and fava bean flours.
Hunch: It’s the sorghum flour. Curse you sorghum!!! Wait, what the hell is a sorghum?
Next Steps: Buy individual specialty flours to ferret out the yucky flour mixture so I can avoid it for life and save the world! or buy a new all purpose gluten free flour!
Until Then: Think about how yogurt is made and if Julia Child’s had a healthy cholesterol level.
Tomorrow is a new day,
(…but the chicken was delicious, so today wasn’t a complete flop)
Now that spring has sprung I’ve decided to turn over some new leaves, heck, maybe even rake the lawn, trim the hedges, and plant a whole new garden. My latest project is around food. (honestly, could it be anything but food?) It’s not just any food though. It is around the new and awesome fact that on top of being a type one diabetic, I have discovered that eating gluten makes my sugars rise to uncool levels. When I am gluten-free I have total control.
This means that in order to think and live like the rest of the world I need to revamp my diet and lose the gluten.
It looks like me relearning how to bake, cook, and think about food without holding a grudge. (Hmmph!)
It will happen with lots of motivation from my husband and son, inspiration, research, shopping, and hard work. (maybe even a few trips to the spa…are you reading honey?)
Absolutely, I refuse to eat anything that tastes awful even if it is gluten-free or sugar-free. No one should suffer through bad food for his or her dietary needs.
Just because it is gluten-free does not mean it will be sugar-free and vice-versa and just because it’s good doesn’t mean it’s healthy.
I’m a huge believer in inspiration and it is through literature, music, and art that I can build up enough momentum to move forward. Inspiration is catchy and hopefully recipes turn out yummy enough to share with all the fabulous readers of A Well Seasoned Book! If not…on to the next idea!
In one form or another, AWSB will serve the glorious purpose of connecting literature and cooking during the Test Kitchen Project. There are too many people out in the world who have dietary restrictions and my goal is to help others see the light at the end of the tunnel via literature. This blog is meant to be funny, enlightening and helpful when food related diseases suck the life force out of you. So now is the time to pop some popcorn (gluten-free), program the Omnipod (insulin pump), and check the Dexcom graph (Continuous Glucose Monitor) because today I am beginning my gluten-free, diabetic cooking quest.
Will you join me in squashing out gluten and the glycemic index? (It’ll be fuuuun! I promise! )
So ok ladies – it’s time to take your foundation up one shade darker and ok fellows- it’s time to trim the beard down a notch because spring is finally HERE!
It’s time to buy those new water bottles, yoga mats, and closet organizers. Best of all it is time to head to your local farmer’s market! I find that when life gets dumb (because it does get dumb) and life gets boring (because it does get very boring) all negativity melts away somewhere between the bunches of beets and bouquets of tulips and ends at the awesome crepe stand being worked by the handsome Frenchman.
Yes, this was my morning and yes, the fog is starting to lift. With grad school bringing a girl down (truly the most boring and dry coursework in the history of mankind) and mountains of laundry I’ve been blue…verging on green.
So thank you Spring, you’ve reminded me that it’s time to engage back into the five senses, which still remain king, queen and court to all that matters.
Last night I announced to my family I was planning to runaway with Tom Ford. Okay – so I’m not really running away with Tom Ford, but a girl can dream, right?
This fashion designer has been hands-down the inspiration I’ve needed in my 2015 life. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to board our invisible Wonder Woman jets bound for London or wherever your inspiration lives to spend time and hear the words straight from the mouths of those who inspire us? Just to listen and absorb would hardly be something to pass up.
This made me start thinking about mentoring.
Inspiration for me comes from creative, work-based thinkers, but here is where I need help. When looking for a place to peel off into new ideas, like-minded mentors are hard to find. Some are too kooky, some are too rigid, some are too mean, some are too sappy, and some are just full of sh*t.
Like-mindedness doesn’t mean that you agree on everything, however it does mean that you and another person agree on the big overall visions. The rest is just conversation, relationship building, and business plans.
How we actualize our constellations is partly based and whom we choose to help us connect the stars and how we go about the connection process. Too abstract? Ok. Find people who think like you and start firing off questions in order to get your plans into reality – oh, and always remember to smile!
Tonight I read an interesting article on the assumptions educators hold. One of the assumptions was: If a person does not verbalize his/her knowledge he/she does not hold that knowledge or understanding.
Ok, hold the phone – Let’s just ponder that idea for a good long second.
Here it is again: If a person does not verbalize his/her knowledge he/she does not hold that knowledge or understanding.
Hmmmm…??? I think I’ve had this conversation before.
This is the point in my evening when I take out my earrings, unclasp my watch, pull off my bracelets and rings, and curl up in my favorite chair to listen to my Destroyed album by Moby in order to bleed my soul into the idea of communication.
Regardless of verbal or nonverbal language, we are all talking and we are all listening. I can’t imagine saying everything precisely how I see it in my mind and besides, so many things don’t need to be said in order to pick up on the gist of the meaning. Many might disagree with me, however I ask – If we all stopped talking, would we be able to get what we want using body language?
I’ll extend the pool even further because I don’t believe it’s just a teacher thing. People in general seem to measure knowledge by the language they verbalize. How much truth is there in the words we speak vs. the information we put out in body language? Does one have the upper edge over the other? Some days I think I have the answer to this question and other days it makes me want to crush concrete in the palms of my hands, spit out a few swear words, and shrug my shoulders.
Today I taught an entire math lesson without the use of words. I played classical music in the background as my students watched me model the lesson and complete the arithmetic required. I didn’t talk except for when I told them I wasn’t going to talk. Their attention to detail spiked dramatically and each student watched me like their lives depended on it.
What is your best mode of communication?
Are you more of a “talker” or more of a “sensor”?
Wednesdays are great days.