Tag Archives: black daughters

Short-orders

During this quarantine my child is intent on making a short-order cook out of me. And ya know what? I’m going to oblige. I’m going to feed her with what her body naturally calls out for (within reason) and teeter between educating her and nourishing her. It’s all the same anyway. We’ve been granted theContinue reading “Short-orders”

Cornbread Vernacular…

The sound of her rich voice put a few more jewels on my crown, added a couple of inches to each hip…took me on a trip back home to a place I’ve never been, yet my soul knows. She makes you remember the future. She makes you remember yourself. Our voices are powerful. Yet, ourContinue reading “Cornbread Vernacular…”

Lemonade? Nah, Lemon Poundcake! 🍋 🍰 🍋

I brought in the New Year with my tried and true Lemon Poundcake. Some of us take lemons and make lemonade; I take lemons – scrape the skin and add much more than just water and sugar…watch it rise under heat. As stated many times before, it’s integral for us to CREATE! Baking works forContinue reading “Lemonade? Nah, Lemon Poundcake! 🍋 🍰 🍋“

Candied Pecans…

The holidays can be difficult for many of us. Memories surface of those who’ve passed on and we miss them like crazy. We may be forced around those we don’t necessarily prefer in our energy field. The approaching new year may bring up melancholic regrets of what was and has been – some things weContinue reading “Candied Pecans…”

Brown Butter…

And again. 🤦🏽‍♀️💆🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️. Brown butter rice crispy treats with roasted marshmallow. (yes, full-fat butter. It’s an improvement from the shortening I used to make my cookies the other day. Judge ya… nevamind). #sorrynotsorry and anyway, margarine makes the inside of my mouth feel funny. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Message of the day: Some moments warrant full-Fat errrrrthang, cooked/baked/assembledContinue reading “Brown Butter…”