I’m a self-fulfilling prophecy. Weeks, maybe months ago, Eric and I had simultaneous good ideas. He said, “I have to write this down,” and did. I thought, I’m going to keep doing the dishes, this is a great idea, I’ll still remember it later—I didn’t. […]
8/16/2019 Barley | “Get your face out of the bananas.” 8/17/2019 Barley | “Please don’t eat tape.” 8/18/2019 Barley | “Why are you like this?” 8/19/2019 Barley | “Stop blowing snot all over the porch slider!” 8/28/2019—My little bro’s 29th birthday!! Barley | “I know […]
I hung all of our wall decorations this weekend. Family photos, framed dictionary pages, the print of the great white rearing back out of the sea in a hail of pepperoni pizza slices that Eric gave me [because he has exceptional taste]. I want everything to have a place of its own and a purpose. I’ve had these things boxed and bubble wrapped for years, waiting.
I spend a lot of time waiting—until I’m bigger, or older, until I have a house, or more time, or money. Until I know what I really want, or I’m more settled, or mature. I kept waiting to be ‘ready’, for my situation to not be temporary. It’s all temporary though, fleeting and beautiful. If not now, when?
Baking is about precision absent of stinginess. Allow enough butter for the bowl, molasses for the spoon, flour for your hands. As you work, keep in mind that there’s possibly nothing in the kitchen more beautiful than softened [vegan] butter mixed with sugar forming sandy […]
My husband, Eric, is a truly spectacular human. He’s kind, generous, thoughtful, intelligent, gorgeous, good at everything he does (so frustrating), and compassionate—he tends to want the best for people and animals, in general, always. I have to brag on his behalf for just a second.
When I say ‘good at everything he does’, I mean in a preternatural way. For example, Eric loves craft beer and he’s successfully made it his career. When I met him, he worked in health care administration. One day, he went to a beer tasting at a local pub and got to talking with the craft beer distributor rep manning the beer samples. He was so personable and knowledgable that the beer rep told Eric that he was leaving his current position for a new opportunity and that Eric should apply for his job. Eric applied and, to the disappointment of some of the internal applicants, was hired. Here’s the kicker—a few months later at their company holiday party, the people that had also applied for Eric’s role said that he was the right choice and that everybody loves him—how often does that happen?!
Anyway, back to dairy. Eric has never been a big fan of cheese, he gave that up with me and switched to vegan butter without complaint, so the only dairy that we have in the house is half & half for his coffee. Last night, we were sharing cute animal posts on IG when we came across one by @thehumaneleague referring to cows as grass puppies. I’ve never heard them called that before but they really are like big puppies. They’re intelligent, they like to play, they bond with each other and people—they’re adorable.
While prepping his coffee this morning, I thought about the grass puppies while adding the creamer and it made me so sad. My original mission was to find a good vegan alternative to dairy cheese—mission accomplished. My new mission is finding an acceptable vegan alternative for half & half so that we can both be dairy free for good and without regret.
We’ve tried almond milk, cashew milk, Ripple. The nut milks have proven to be too thin for Eric’s taste and Ripple was good but a little pricey. Our friend Hannah recently suggested oat milk, so that’s the plan for this weekend 🙂
I am not a vegan and I’ve been thinking about it a great deal lately. I love animals, I hate factory farming, I’m dairy free, so why not? Three reasons: eggs, oysters, and my husband. Eggs Chickens are believed to be resultant of the ancestral […]
It’s 2019 and in late December, I decided that enough was enough. I was talking to my boss and she told me she’d finally made the choice to go dairy-free. She said, “If you think about it, dairy is gross.” YEAH, dairy is gross! I […]
Last week, I baked for the first time since we moved to the low country. I was feeling, centered, peaceful, good—FINALLY. Then, Charleston announced a mandatory evacuation due to the threat posed by hurricane Florence. We’re New Englanders, we can handle feet of snow and rain, darkness that lasts for months, but 140 mph winds? Hard pass.
So, we packed up the things we couldn’t live without, the idiot cats, and made the 5-hour drive to Atlanta. We’ve been here since the small hours of Tuesday morning and yesterday, I ate Spaghettios for the first time since I was eight…It didn’t feel good. Honestly, they tasted like failure and, as one of my clients astutely put it, lead poisoning. Actually, sitting alone in a hotel room, surrounded by cats, eating room temperature Spaghettios out of the can, while a storm bears down on you is what some might consider rock-bottom. Depressing, yeah, but the thing about rock bottom is that the only place to go is up.
We can’t change our situation but we can choose our response to it. So, my ASO came “home” from work that night to a healthy meal and a clean, organized room because all we can do is the best we can with what we have. We’re on a new adventure and it’s been a bumpy ride so far, but we’ll make the most of it. We’ll weather the storm and everything will be perfectly fine because we’ll MAKE IT that way. We’re New Englanders—doing the best we can and coming out on top is what we’ve been doing for centuries. We may be displaced right now, and a little down, but we’re not out. We (and our loved ones in New England and Florida) are safe, fed, and together—who could ask for more than that?
Stay safe, Charleston. We’ll see YOU ALL soon.
The last couple of days in the low country have been tough. Yesterday, my insurance claims adjuster called it—my car is officially totaled. Today, our new veterinarian called to say that Tabitha, the feisty fat orange tabby that I’ve had since I was 14, is […]