When I was a little girl I was far from the most well-behaved child. I would throw temper tantrums…just terrible screaming and crying fits, and my parents wouldn’t know what to do with me. I think their general reactions were to try waiting it out or threatening me: with a spanking, time-out, having a toy taken away or otherwise.
These tantrums could happen at any moment, but were most guaranteed when we went out to eat at a restaurant. My most famous childhood story starts “Hey Kelly remember that time we were in Waffle House and you wanted pancakes…” I actually don’t remember that story.
The point is that eventually my mom wised up. She noticed that I took forever staring at the menu, going through every dish before I could choose one. Soon she started giving me a smaller selection to make a choice from, and I got better at restaurants.
To this day I am one of the last people to order at a restaurant because I have to read the whole menu.
This inability to make a choice without knowing all my other choices affects more than the time I spend at a restaurant. I put off starting on projects because I get pulled to other projects. I have more blog post drafts than I should. I have a to-read pile that’s about 20 books long at any given point in time. The amount of clothes I want to make would triple the size of my already packed closet.
Sometimes I get a little disoriented and panicked when I’m over-stimulated. I dislike the mall and big stores for this reason. I am a slow walker because I like to notice things.
I want to say that this behaviour will stop now…but I don’t want to lie. I will challenge myself to finish more projects than I start this year and I think that’s a start.
Saturday afternoon I was lucky enough to volunteer at Empty Bowls Monongalia. This program promotes an end to hunger and strives to bring awareness to local hunger issues. The phrase “We’ll stand in a SOUP LINE so others WON’T have to…” was on the backs of shirts that were made for the event. A ticket was $15 for endless soup and your own handcrafted bowl. The bowls were made by many local artists and donated to the event.
While I was expecting a good turnout, I was in no way prepared for the size of the event. When I arrived, the line was out the door! It stayed pretty steady until the last 45 minutes or so of the event. I sampled two delicious soups, a chili, and a crab soup.
My job was to refill the cookie trays at each table in my section, with ten tables to look after I was constantly moving. I volunteered by myself and was working with a group of people I had never met, everyone was great. Working a few hours made me appreciate waiters’ feet a whole lot, mine were killing me by the end of my shift.
In the back of the space was a small section with three tables holding the donated bowls. As people were constantly taking a bowl, other bowls were set down to take their place. I went back once to make sure I had gotten the right bowl and I think I made the perfect choice.
My bowl! Look at how cute it is!
My biggest regret is that I didn’t have enough time to sample all the soups but there’s always next year!
Save the date indeed!
I also made some pizza yesterday. This is what it looked like coming out of the oven…it tasted as good as it looks. Funnily enough it is entirely vegetarian when my vegetarian roommate is out of town…oops maybe I’ll make it again when she comes back. I made this for two reasons: 1) I was hungry and 2) because I was trying to use up the self-rising flour haha. I found an awesome recipe on pinterest that uses the self-rising flour and greek yogurt for the dough. That’s it just two ingredients and it was delicious!
This was from my first batch of applesauce the other day. I just cut up the apples, put in some cinnamon and sugar then hoped for the best….luckily it turned out delicious and I’m just a tiny bit obsessed with making applesauce haha.
The other day for dinner I cooked up a couple slices of pork on a bed of onions, accompanied by scalloped potatoes. I was so excited because I haven’t had scalloped potatoes in forever…my mom used to make them all them time and since I moved out to college I don’t remember the last time I had these.
I think the pork turned out alright seeing as this was the first time I had ever cooked it. It was a teensy bit tough, but I’ll fix that next time.
It’s food and it’s keeping me fed so I’m happy with it. It also was the first time I used my baby cast iron skillet. I found my little skillet at an auction last summer I think and having inherited my procrastination abilities from the best (haha love you Mom!) just got around to seasoning it. I didn’t realize how long of a process it would turn out being. I used the link below that I had pinned awhile back to season the pan. The instructions were quite wonderful and very easy to follow.
I’m very slowly settling into a new routine here in Morgantown. The piles of boxes are slowly dwindling one-by-one, and I’m hoping to be all unpacked and newly organized soon. I didn’t realize how much
crap stuff I owned until I had to put it in boxes and transport it 25 minutes away, haha. Thankfully I have been able to go through things, especially my clothes, and get a bunch together to donate. Like most packrats getting rid of anything is almost physically painful…what if I need that sexy milk maid outfit after I donate it?! But seriously, I have been getting better mostly because I am trying to pare down my life with the eventual goal of a carry-on lifestyle…we’ll see how that works out.