When I’m posting a video, I don’t like to write too much because it feels gross and like I’m expecting you to want to read my words, listen to my words, and look at my face all in a matter of minutes. That’s just not fair to you.
You’re welcome.
Questions, comments, concerns… lemme know.
xx
I get it. Traveling from one digital platform to another can be… trying. You’re on instagram and someone tells you to click a link to take you somewhere else and you’re just like, whhhyyyy? I like it HERE. I’m comfortable HERE. I get it. And it can be confusing. Maybe you get lost in the transition.
I get it.
SO. If you’ve heard about my new podcast and were just too comfortable where you were when you heard about it, I have a present for you.
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Here are the episodes (thus far) of the B-Sides Podcast all conveniently delivered to your lap. Now, this maaay be the only time I frontdoor deliver, so be sure to follow and subscribe now! You can follow on Spotify if that’s your jam, subscribe on Apple Podcasts if you lean that way, or just head over to the Anchor site itself and take it from there.
Subscribing and following ensures you won’t miss anything, so that’s your best bet. Go do that now while you’re still feeling loved by my special delivery.
And you should absolutely 100% follow B-Sides on Instagram. It’s a completely different experience you don’t wanna miss out on.
But for now… since it’s Tuesday and cool things rarely happen on a Tuesday… Here are the episodes (thus far 😉 ) all neatly placed before you in chronological order.
My brain wrote a cheesecake the other day (among other things) and would like to share it with you. I also just realized tomorrow is Easter and I don’t know who is playing this cruel joke every year, but it’s getting old. We aren’t religious people, my family. We’re full on candy in a basket/egg dying/egg hunting/ mimosa/ brunch Easter people. So even if we weren’t still in a pandemic, we wouldn’t be having a big celebration or going anywhere that required a lot of prep on my part. But still, there are things I like to do for my family and friends every year that I just realized I had a day to do. Our back yard is under construction, which should provide an easy set for an egg hunt… The house is full of candy and champagne (fairly standard procedure)… I’ll dig in the closet for something pastel to sit and sip in… so, welp. I think maybe I’m all set after all🤷♀️.
You know what I find fascinating? The mind-body connection and how that can change throughout your life. It is so highly important to nurture a strong and intentional connection with your mind to your body, but it’s not something you can just decide to do because you read it somewhere. You cannot simply think yourself into a connection to your body. You cannot poof it into existence. Maybe you can be born into it, but I certainly wasn’t. Or if I was, it was lost.
For most of my adult life I think I was someone who truly thought she had it all covered – the mind, the body, the insides and outs of me – up until last year. I never thought I was immune to help and change, but I did think I was pretty solid on who I was. I can say now that’s because I had achieved certain physical goals of mine. And when that happens, it’s easy to believe that everything else naturally falls into place. The goal being to get your outsides to a place they’ve never been before means the other voices inside of you get trained to think they’ve reached theirs as well. But I have never felt more inside of my body, and connected to it with my mind than I do right now.
That feels like something I, as the writer, would like to repeat.
For those of you who follow me for recipes, I’m not going to apologize. But I will say I get it. You haven’t gotten that side of me in a bit.
Or any side, really.Â
I’ve cooked the breakfasts, lunches and dinners – sometimes snacks and desserts – for my family every.single.day for the past year. (Except when my man flexes those kitchen guns🔥).Â
I’ve been creating, I’ve been making, I’ve been providing and feeding…
I just haven’t been documenting it for anybody else.
I haven’t been creating content.
And most of you know that was for a very specific reason.
But for those of you who are still around, there are things to come.
The world feels like it’s starting to allow breath to happen again, and that’s a wonderful step in the right direction.
I’m not under anyone else’s clock to perform maybe / probably / definitely for the first time ever in my life, but I’m still doing what I love every single day.
Even if you don’t see it here.Â
But! And! So! Here’s the Springy side I threw together last night when it felt like Spring in my backyard.  Â
Taken with my phone on a step-stool meant for children before I fell off, because a girl is a bit out of practice. Â
There’s no need for a recipe, but here’s a summary of what I did :
It’s just one bunch of trimmed asparagus, sliced into thirds together, blistered in a cast iron with green onions cut to the same size.Â
A bit of olive oil and some salt.Â
Thinly sliced garlic and several handfuls of defrosted, frozen peas added at the end.Â
Once the peas and the garlic caught up the asparagus, it was done.
Double cream ricotta + lemon zest + salt to top.Â
Basil + mint + parsley to top that.Â
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Fresh and simple.
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Love y’all. Talk soon. Don’t forget what’s real x
I don’t know why I call the breakfast dish with an egg cooked inside a piece of toast a ‘Toad in The Hole’… the name itself doesn’t even make sense. But for some reason it’s what I call it. Some call it ‘Eggs in a Nest’ which makes WAY more sense than ‘Toad in the Hole’. Eggs come from nests and toads have zero to do with the kind of eggs I want to be eating. Some call it ‘Eggs in Toast’. Basic, right to the point, no points for creativity, but I know what I’m getting there. I’ve heard it called ‘Goldmine Egg’, ‘One Eyed Pirate’ (now that just sounds dirty), ‘Popeye’… ‘Sunshine Egg’ is a good one, it makes complete sense to me, plus it’s pretty and happy. In the movie, Moonstruck they call it ‘Egg in a Trashcan’, or uova nel cestino (not happy). It’s been ‘Egg in a Basket’, ‘One Eyed Egyptian’ (I can’t be certain, but that feels racist to me), and one of my favorites may be ‘Peek-a-boo Eggs’. Now that’s just damn adorable. ‘Rocky Mountain Toast’ is another, but I only think of bull balls when I hear anything Rocky Mountain.