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Easy Chicken Shawarma (+ Why You Should Not NOT Foster a Rescue Dog)

Easy Chicken Shawarma
Easy Chicken Shawarma

Wait wait wait. Just take a second to make sure you read that title right. This post is not about why you should not foster a rescue dog. It’s about why you should not not foster a rescue dog.

You’re probably thinking that I could’ve made things easier and just called it, “Why You Should Foster a Rescue Dog,” but that’s not quite right. What kept me from fostering for a long time isn’t that I needed reasons to do it. Instead, I needed someone to tell me why all my worries about fostering were silly. In other words, I needed reasons that I should not not do it.

So what is fostering a rescue dog, anyway? Fostering isn’t just a nice way to give a dog some time in a home before he’s adopted — it literally saves lives. Many animal rescues don’t have a central facility where dogs are kept, or if they do, it gets full very quickly. This means they can’t rescue dogs from animal shelters (where they’re at risk of being euthanized) unless people volunteer to foster them. Fostering is caring for a dog or cat in your home. You take it to vet visits, play with it, feed it, do basic training. All of this is paid for by the rescue. All that’s required of you is your time and attention. The reasons to become a foster parent are obvious: you save an animal’s life, you get kitty or pup snuggles, and it’s all for free!

But I can hear the objections popping up in your head. They popped up in my head, too. So here’s why you should not not foster a dog:

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Fully Loaded Baked Falafel Pita (vegan) and Anti-Racism for White People (Post 2)

Fully Loaded Baked Falafel Pita Recipe
Fully Loaded Baked Falafel Pita

Welcome to the second post in my series about anti-racism for white people: Identifying and Dealing With White Fragility. Thank you to all of you made a commitment to read at least the first two posts! (Here’s the first one if you missed it.) At the end of this installment, you’ll find the dinner recipe that Mike and I are currently crazy about, which happens to be a great way to use the quick-pickled radishes I posted last week: an (incidentally vegan) Fully Loaded Baked Falafel Pita! You’ll also have a chance to share your experiences and resources in the comments. Let’s begin in a rather unlikely place: the skating rink.

When I was 8, I broke my arm at the skating rink. I’ve told you the story before, but I want to focus in on one aspect of it. I was rude to the concession stand cashier when he wouldn’t give me ice to put on my injury, and my friend encouraged me to apologize to him. I want to focus in on the feelings I went through in that moment, which consisted of discomfort, pride, indignation, anger, humiliation, defensiveness, and guilt.

Discomfort because I was in a pickle and I had to either back down or continue fighting; the former felt embarrassing while the latter felt stupid and scary. Pride and indignation because I had just sassed this dude to stand up for myself and now I didn’t want to back down. Anger because I felt like he should’ve given me the ice, which would’ve prevented all of this discomfort in the first place. Humiliation because deep down, I knew I was going to have to admit I had been rude. Defensiveness because part of me was still insisting that I hadn’t been rude: HE had been rude and I had just defended myself! I knew because my feelings were hurt and why would they be hurt if he hadn’t hurt me? Guilt because underneath all of my swirling feelings was the understanding that I had done something wrong.

All of these feelings were valid. Feelings aren’t right or wrong, but they require some analysis to interpret. And it wasn’t the concession guy’s job to sort through them and arrive at a place where I could make an effective decision about what to do — it was mine. What does this have to do with racism?

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Quick-Pickled Radishes

Check out Radish Revolution! Everyday Ways to Use that Peppery Veggie

by Julie Ruble at Mode

Thanks so much, Mode Media for sponsoring this post!

You guys, I’m seriously amazed and grateful at your response to my last post, which kicked off a series that seeks to start a conversation about race for my fellow white folks (with people of color welcome to join in as they wish). You guys were so open, enthusiastic, and supportive! Look for the second post in the series coming later this week.

In the meantime, I’m here today to drop in a quick little recipe that will come in handy for that post! No, you don’t need pickled radishes to talk about racism — but you do need them for the recipe I’ll be sharing at the end of that post. Sorry to tease and keep it a secret, but it’s worth the wait.

Quick-Pickled Radishes Recipe
Quick-Pickled Radishes Recipe

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Sharp Cheddar Biscuits and Anti-Racism for White People (Post 1)

Sharp Cheddar Biscuits
Sharp Cheddar Biscuits

One hot biscuit with a slice of extra sharp cheddar and freshly made peach jam. One iced vanilla latte. That’s the order I place more often than I probably should at my local coffee shop before slipping into a booth and writing writing writing. Or, let’s be honest, writing Facebook Twitter Instagram random animal video writing. The coffee shop is my comfortable space. I want to set that same comfortable tone for you at the beginning of this post — and reassure you that the end of this post will bring you back around to warm, fluffy biscuits — because in between, there’s an uncomfortable topic. If it’s uncomfortable for you to read about, imagine (or sadly, perhaps you know) how uncomfortable it would be to live with.

This is the beginning of a short series I’m writing about my growth as a white person in America seeking to be actively anti-racist. That R-word is enough to scare any food blog reader away (“We just want cupcakes! Where are the cupcakes?!”), but Willow Bird is not just a food blog. It’s a food and stories blog. There are stories in my heart as I grow that need to be told. Besides that, I have the best readers in the world: readers who don’t mind reading, thinking, caring. I asked you all on Facebook if you would commit to reading just the first two posts in this series even if you’re not quite sure how you feel about it yet. The intended audience is fellow white people, because people of color don’t need this series — they couldn’t ignore racism if they tried. But everyone is welcome to read. Here is post #1: Why Do We Need to Talk About Racism At All?

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Chile Rubbed Salmon over Cheddar Grits

Chile Rubbed Salmon over Cheddar Grits
Chile Rubbed Salmon over Cheddar Grits

I wrote this post as part of the Plugrá Butter Brigade. Thanks, Plugrá, for sponsoring this post and for making my favorite butter!

I dumped several spools of yellow curling ribbon out of my book bag and started cutting off lengths to tie around the willing arms of my classmates. Someone tied mine on. My coursing adrenaline had turned my head into a pressure cooker. I was walking into trouble and I knew it. But I also knew our cause was just.

As we collected our books, I surveyed the group around me one last time. We were a rag-tag bunch of middle school students, some in flip-flops or sneakers and others sporting the latest Timberland boots. Bob, whose real name was Daniel, stood tall and weird over in the corner. Jamie, who had singlehandedly launched the layered-curls trend that many girls subsequently tried to emulate with less success, was being effortlessly cool off to the right. Our yellow armbands probably looked like sad bows ripped off a kindergartener’s present and trampled in a hasty exodus toward a birthday bouncy house. But in my mind, they looked like something a warrior might wear.

The bell rang. Just like that, we marched out into the hallway and began what seemed then like the ultimate act of rebellion: we turned right instead of left.

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