Bear with me, guys, as I’m trying very hard to get back into the practice of daily writing. The topics are going to seem a little all over the map for a while, but I hope there’s at least still something of interest in it …
When I was in college, in a small writing program at a an art school in New York, it was around sophomore year that we were sitting in studio and one of my professors said something that would stick with me through the rest of …
Y’all ever have a week that feels like it might be a test from the universe, and if so, that you’re probably not passing it? I’m not talking about anything major, but just one of those weeks that’s like death by a million paper cuts.
That’s alright, though. We all have them. We all get through them. And let me tell you… when a big part of your job is customer service? Well. Enough said.
It’s not my ‘weekend’ yet… that starts on Monday for me. But I know it’s the weekend for most of you all, so I thought I’d post this little pick-me-up of a simple recipe in case you’ve had a week like I have and need something good, but not too complicated, to brighten up your weekend. For the shop this weekend, I’m making these chai-tea inspired, creme-brûlée inspired mini pies, a bit of an adaptation from a recipe I dug out of a cookbook I have. To make it, I needed to infuse some heavy cream with a bunch of spices to give it chai vibes, and while I was test-tasting, I realized it would make a killer coffee creamer. And it took about five minutes of actual work.
I realize there’s already a chai-flavored hot beverage option that’s been around for a while, but I’m a coffee drinker, and tea is for when I’m already having a good day and feeling uppity, alright? When it’s been a week, we don’t hold back. We break out the coffee. Am I wrong?
As a side note, I also fully intend to try this as a replacement for whipped cream and fully encourage y’all to whip some up to top off your coffees if you’re feeling fancy. I know I’m going to.
We can’t always control how our days go, but we can damn well set aside 15 minutes for a nice cup of coffee.
My family thinks I’m fucking crazy. The words they use to my face, because they love me, are “brave” and “ballsy”, but I know full well the conversations they’re having behind my back probably sound a little more like how I talk to myself. Every …
Y’all, what a year. I always feel like I have so much explaining to do when I pop back up on this blog once or twice a year, but I have nothing to really say for myself this time, except that in late February of …