Pumpkin Skillet Cake with Caramel Crackle Icing
Maybe it's you: maybe managing your mental illness makes you feel alone even when you're surrounded by other people. Nobody's experience is quite like yours. Maybe it's your friend or family member: maybe from your point of view, they never seem to get it together.
According to the 2013 National Survey on Drug Use and Health, 1 out of every 5 adults has a mental illness and 1 out of every 24 adults has a serious mental illness (i.e., one that significantly interferes with one or more major life activities). Personally, I deal with a fun confluence of several mental illnesses and I wish people understood that my daily life and experiences are different from theirs. People tend to evaluate things through their own personal lens without realizing they're doing so, which is dangerous in all kinds of ways. Pondering this made me want to ask you all on Facebook what you wish people knew about mental illness, and here's what was said:
Pumpkin Spice Latte Snack Cake
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So before we get into this post and I get angry emails, let me just note that this cake involves no latte. I called it a Pumpkin Spice Latte Snack Cake because (a) I want to steal Starbucks' excellent SEO and (B) it reminds me of a Pumpkin Spice Latte: the pumpkin spice, the caramel drizzle, the full 12 months I waited to consume it again without being weird. But there’s no coffee in it. Sorry if that's misleading. But obviously not that sorry, or I would’ve changed it.
ANYWAY IT’S FALL.
Gingerbread Quick Bread with Lemon Glaze
The conversation was about the difficulty of eating healthy while poor. I had just shared my favorite article on the topic and a few friends were chiming in with their own experiences. Then one of my friends said: "People should eat healthy even if they're poor. They could always just plant a vegetable garden. Seeds are cheap." It amazes me how often this suggestion gets thrown around willy-nilly, but somehow I hear it every time I discuss food insecurity.
Gentle explanations of why this would be a difficult solution for plenty of people were met with more and more fervent assertions of why if they really TRIED . . . and if they CARED . . . and if they were willing to WORK . . .
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My current working hypothesis is that every family has a stellar-gift-giver and a terrible-gift-giver. My brother- and sister-in-law are my family's stellar-gift-givers. Plenty of people give great gifts, but their gifts are stellar: the perfect blend of thoughtful, fun, useful, slightly poignant. Mike's dad was a Marine, and after picking up on a couple of nostalgia stories, they paid his way to the shooting range so he could fire an M4 again. They bought Mike's grandmother a real tumbleweed. I know that doesn't sound like a good present (actually, it sounds like it could rival coal for the new naughty-list gift) but she loves the southwest and it fit perfectly with her eclectic home decor. Who thinks of this stuff?
Brown Butter Spice Cake with Whipped Icing
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Mike's been trying to whittle down our spending since we're in a lean financial period. The cars and the dog keep falling apart at random intervals and requiring numerous visits to the mechanic and vet, respectively (we don't take our dog to the mechanic, although perhaps that's a thought. I wonder if they take Care Credit.)
He had been suggesting we eat out less, much to my dismay, but he finally analyzed our spending a few weeks ago and realized that that's not the problem. It's not even the dog, though we just found out she has allergies. Good grief.