Quick and Easy Tortellini Soup
STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES RIGHT NOW. I know, I know. I’m in San Diego where it’s perpetually 75 degrees while y’all are dealing with all manners of snow and ice and cold and igloos and whatever else normal people encounter.
But that’s in the middle of the day, y’all! I’ll have you know it was 55 degrees this morning and that’s basically Antarctica to me.
Maple Brown Sugar Biscuit Bombs
What are your donut requirements? I HAVE VERY SPECIFIC DONUT REQUIREMENTS AND CALIFORNIA HASN’T BEEN MEETING THEM.
Maple Brown Sugar Pull-Apart Bread
This is my eleventh year teaching, but every single year one thing remains the same: the beginning of school is terrifying. And actually, the past two years have been especially hard. I don’t know why; my best guess is that when I took a year off to go to grad school, I lost my faith that I could teach. It made the beginning of last year so rocky: I just didn’t feel right in front of these kids who expected so much from me. Was I really the right teacher for them?
Lemon Cheesecake Biscuit Bombs
Whenever I’m sad I start spending more and more time wandering around in the wilderness. I’ll walk up mountains and around lakes for hours. I exercise more. I avoid going home, but I also avoid going anywhere with people. I stop responding to messages and texts. I make excuses and cancel plans.
I hide. I eat less. My clothes get louder as I get silent.
I start writing more poetry. My instagram fills with sunsets and song lyrics or goes silent all together. There are fewer new recipes or, when the new recipes are still coming, the posts are short and storyless. My voice feels like it’s trapped in a bubble.
In the wake of the Anthony Bourdain’s death, someone on Twitter asked: How do we know if you need help? And what kinds of things help you? Let’s ask each other that now, while we can.