Easy Whipped Honey Butter (perfect for yeast rolls!)
Every now and then a kid drops a pencil box. Unlike dropping just about anything else in class, dropping a pencil box causes A Moment.
Everyone holds their breath. Everyone briefly evaluates the force of the fall — did it tip off, or was it knocked off? Everyone waits for impact and the subsequent, smaller impacts to evaluate the level of chaos that will ensue.
The Best Easy Yeast Rolls
THROW AWAY YOUR DING DANG CHRISTMAS YEAST ROLL RECIPE RIGHT THIS SECOND BECAUSE IT’S A LIE AND CLYTA LUNSFORD IS HERE TO SAVE YOU. I don’t know who Clyta Lunsford is (Lord forgive me, because I’m sure she’s a relative, but I have like 800 million of those and) but SHE KNOWS WHAT’S UP and she told my family what’s up and I’m here to tell you what’s up.
This yeast roll recipe is what’s up. You need to make two batches of it tomorrow (it comes together in like 5 minutes, calm down): one for cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning and one for actual yeast rolls for Christmas dinner.
Cheesy Garlic Biscuit Bombs
I SEE Y’ALL. Out there having good taste. Out there salivating over the cheesy bread in my last post and tolerating the soup recipe until we GET TO THE GOOD STUFF (but seriously, that soup is good too. Go make it.)
But I know what you’re here for. YOU’RE HERE FOR CARBS.
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.