Coming off several rounds of the pumpkin baked oats concept, some fatigue had set in, and a variation was called for.
For now we’ve settled on a version of this pear baked oatmeal recipe, with some modifications.
Read more…For a long time, Kat had been doing a form of chia pudding for breakfast. On one day growing weary of it, she declared a need for a Brand New Breakfast Concept.
While I declared that my new band name, she began making a baked oats dish, until at some point, due to scheduling issues and These Terrible Times We Live In, it fell to me, and I needed A Recipe Of Some Kind, and found this Kodiak Cakes Air Fryer Oats recipe.
Read more…Hey this is a thing, remember?
Remember to season the beans though: sazon, garlic, bay leaves, oregano.
This is so satisfying, and so simple. Kat has often made it, but I finally had reason to do it. Saving here for reference, this is based off this recipe at food52.
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“Try to be mindful, and let things take their natural course. Then your mind will become still in any surrounding, like a clear forest pool. All kinds of wonderful, rare animals will come to drink at the pool, and you will see clearly the nature of all things. You will see many strange and wonderful things come and go, but you will be still. Problems will arise, but you will see through them immediately. This is the happiness of the Buddha.”
Ajahn Chah
I’ve had brief glimpses of this. “Self” as water feels like a good metaphor for the experience of being. “I” am not my thoughts or emotions; “I” am something else (awareness?), which can sometimes feel like a turbulent, cloudy pool, or a rushing river, and that’s not the nature of water, but a function of its conditions at the moment.
I wish I’d been an adult when I was a teenager. You only ever wanted to connect, but I let my mom turn me against you in your disability. She made me an ally in her abuse and I was just a kid, trying to survive my teen years.
I was at times cruel to you. I was, after all, a teenager.
Read more…Why write something if it won’t be definitive? Why write something if it’s not perfect? If it doesn’t address every point, or everything related to the topic? Or if it makes a good point but gets some other things wrong?
Why write if probably nobody will read it? Why write if even just one person who might read it might think they wasted their time?
Why write if I say something I later disagree with? If I change my mind about something, and my past thoughts are still out there?
Should not the marks I leave behind on the world be without fault?
Should not the product of my life be a pure, perfect expression of truth?