Back when I was still a teacher, I worked with a speech pathologist in my school that was too darling for words. She was from Hazard, Kentucky and had the sweetest accent you ever heard. One time her parents were up visiting and stopped by our school to check things out. I was talking to the mother and telling her that I could just listen to her talk all day long so I could hear her southern drawl. And her mom said, “Oh honey, she is as country as cornbread!” Clearly I was just as in love with her mother after that! And every time I do anything with cornmeal, that’s the line that goes over and over in my head and I can’t help but smile.
I drove home from work today thinking all about how this day would be different for me, for us, had things not gone the way they did.
Instead, today was more like any other day. It was a day I went through my routine, saw the people I see often, wore the clothes I usually wear, sipped on the coffee I usually sip. Long story short, same old, same old. But nothing about this day is at all normal, or at all ordinary, but today, I made it through with a grace that has not happened in past years.
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They always say things come in 3’s and to be honest, until recently, I leaned more toward the negative omen of the number 3 as in after two things go wrong on a rough day, clearly the third is right around the corner. But you know what? That is pretty far from the case and the number three is actually quite an amazing number and it captures some things so beautifully in life, and even better, in the world of coffee.
If I had to rename the blog, it would most likely be something like Be Oatmeal. Be Peanut Butter. Not the same ring to it, I know, but it would essentially round up the ingredients of the majority of my ingredients, right?!
There’s also no doubt that I love carrot cake if you take a look at my recipes. The options are getting closer and closer to limitless.
Something really cool happened the other day. Something I never thought would happen in my days of overthinking food and my obsession with perfection around food overall. It’s been a few months since I dropped all the food rules and went on the intuitive eating bandwagon. Something so different, and so new to me. Something I probably hadn’t done since I was a very young child.
I started out with the mantra of “I can have anything I want.” And that meant ANYTHING. White refined flour, spinach, sugary sweets, meat, you name it, if I craved it, I honored what my body asked for. My biggest fear? Obviously losing control. Or going so far in the opposite direction that I would lose grip of everything.