Thursday, February 26, 2015

Friends with a Person Who Stutters


From the title of the post, you might be wondering what this is all about (and why the overly dramatic picture of an egg roll?) Rewind to a month ago. I was texting one of my really close friends, David. As usual, I was sending him text after text after text with solely the link to my blog (I have shameless disposition, what can I say). Through the course of our conversation back and forth, he asked if he could possibly be a guest writer on the blog. I was intrigued. I knew he wouldn't want to write anything about cooking or food (unless it was about how to eat it). I text back the first thing that came to mind: Me: “You know what I think it would be interesting? If you wrote a post about being friends with a person who stutters”
David: Really?
Me: Yeah, I think it will be interesting to get an outsiders perspective.
David: I'll see what I can do


Fast forward a week later and I had a document waiting in my inbox. This, my friends, is that document. Every word in this letter was 100% written by David. I had no say in what or how he worded anything. I am so thankful for David and him writing this. He has been such a close and outstanding friend. I hope the words he says are beneficial in helping people who stutter to find solace in good-quality friends and family. Being backed by people who love and support you is vitally important to be a successful communicator and a person. Just remember, life is like an egg roll, it's what you put into it that matters. 


Monday, February 23, 2015

Birthday Cinnamon Rolls with a Maple Sugar Glaze



Last Tuesday was Marti Gras, which has nothing to do with this post. Side note: I didn’t know it was called “Fat Tuesday”. Why is that? Who comes up with these names? The world is strange. What I am really getting at is that everyone likes a good party (good over-generalized statement, Nate. Love it!). Parties are fantastic ways to get out into the world, meet new people, connect with friends, and just be all around a social member of society. This sounds great in movies and on Twitter, but for anyone who has been to a party of any degree before, knows how anxiety infested they are. Wear the wrong socks, make an inappropriate joke, or bring a vegetable tray (never be that person for the sake of humanity) and you will be instantly annihilated by judgmental stares and passive-aggressive tweets from the other party guests. This is why I choose to stay home and find solace with the Internet, where is never any judgment. 

Monday, February 16, 2015

Decadence, Raspberries, Tequila, and Birthdays



February is a crazy, hectic month. School is getting into full swing, another season at work begins, and the unrelenting pressures of love and groundhogs send us all over the edge. February makes December look like a cake walk, a walk in the park (I wouldn't suggest walking in the park; you might get frost bite or, even worse, a menial amount of exercise.) February is the month of birthdays in my family. My dad, aunt, and uncle all celebrate birthdays relatively close to each other. With all of our busy schedules, the family got together last Friday night to celebrate all the birthdays with chicken, tequila, and chocolate. 

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookie Cake




What? Two recipes in the same week? What a world we live in. What a time to be alive! Valentine’s Day is in a couple of days away and myself, unlike many couples happily in love going out and being social, will be staying home alone in my room, wrapped in a blanket ball, and watching another season of American Horror Story. How come you may ask? The thought of dealing with the outside world gives me uncontrollable heartburn (it's a condition, look it up.) This ladies could be all yours, the man of your dreams. Nothing says sexy like self-depreciation and a man who runs a food blog. 

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Bacon Cheeseburger Soup


Sunday, February 1, 2015

Cold Brew Coffee with Cinnamon Sugar Simple Syrup

         

It’s 7 AM. The early morning rays of sun light sneak their way through the closed blinds, cascading beams of soft ember light across your bed. The alarm clock on the night stand buzzes louder and louder with every second you stay lying in bed contemplating a hard day’s work or a day of laziness. The warmth of your bed, and the chilliness of what lies beyond the covers, beckons you to stay for a while longer. The thought of getting out of bed and taking on the day leaves knots in your stomach and a groan in your voice. The mere idea of dealing with the rest of humanity sends shivers down your spine. Why did God have to create Mondays?