It’s Tasty Tuesday, something that happens enough to be a pattern, but not enough to solidify this as a food blog. Cooking comes just after writing as a creative outlet for me, which is why it’s often featured here or my other social media outlets. I just can’t bring myself to let it go completely.
If you’re not a fan of food, and you prefer reading about *only* motherhood, maybe today isn’t your thing. If you’re not a mother and you’d rather read about marriage, look for my thoughts on that. If you’re not married or a mother, I do write about faith intertwined in the meaningful and the mundane. Be on the lookout for that.
Confession #1: I haven’t found a niche.
All of the marketers out there will tell you to hone in your blogging niche so that “your” readers will find you, follow you, and love you. Well, I love writing about faith the most, and that relates to me frequently in my marriage and motherhood. Most of my stories originate in the kitchen with the careful creation of tasty masterpieces and the precocious conversation that results from too many fingers dipped into the batter bowl, so there’s that.
Recipe #1: The Not Salad, Salad
I made this salad (Roasted Sweet Potato, Arugula & Wild Rice) last week and added chicken. We ate it hot, so it didn’t feel like a salad, but it packed a punch in the nutrient department. It warmed me, filled me and satisfied our craving for sweet and salty with a crunch and a tang. It wasn’t what I thought it would be, but the idea of it hooked me enough to give it a try. I’m so glad I did, because it’s going onto our list of favorites that make their way into the weekly rotation.
Confession #2: Writing is fun, building a platform is not
Words have always been an integral part of me. They swirl around in my mind until they land on the page – straightened out and in order. Writing is my way of making sense of the things that challenge me.
Writing is a gift to readers, another reason I love making sense of the world in a public arena. I want to make a difference in the world, spread joy and point people to a Savior who loves me enough to have died for me. Enter the dreaded platform. The introvert in me cringes to self-promote. Every day I make myself post another picture to social media, share another blogpost, submit another article. It feels like a game, and I loathe it daily. I’m a very sore loser.
Recipe #2: Long, Arduous, Delicious
I recently wrote about Coconut Chicken Curry. It really is a love/hate relationship between the two of us. If you make it right, it takes all day. But that first bite makes it all worth it.
Confession #3: I think about quitting, a lot.
See above confessions. It’s hard. Life is hard enough to add a hobby that brings challenges, setbacks, and grief. It’s hard to sit down and pour out thoughts to a silent world. My heart tells me that people hear and appreciate, but sometimes wandering thoughts get the best of me.
I say this not for sympathy, but to encourage those of you pursuing something great alongside me. I say this with a bull-horn behind you and a hearty slap on the butt: “Get out there! Go for the gold!”
Recipe #3: For when the kitchen is already dirty and you haven’t changed clothes since yesterday
In my house we call this “The Kitchen Sink.” I haven’t written it down because it changes every time. I take all the leftovers in the fridge and throw them in a cast-iron skillet with some coconut oil, salt, pepper, red pepper flakes, garlic and onion. (Some previous stars: ground beef, broccoli, carrots, green beans, spinach, rice, sweet potatoes, leftover steak or chicken breast, peppers, almonds, cashews, brussel sprouts, etc. etc. etc.)
This is perfect for those nights you just can’t imagine cooking, but you look awful, so you can’t leave the house. It’s just easy enough and just tasty enough to keep you going.
That’s how I’m feeling a lot these days. Seeing, tasting and feeling the world around me because I don’t want to forget. Finding the stories that are begging to be told, and looking for the recipes to keep me going.
And longing for people to run alongside me and give me a hefty, hearty slap. Good game.