i’m not going to lie.
i over-extended myself to get to the con earlier in the year and i’ve been suffering from extreme burnout.
that said, i am feeling more ambitious and creative than i have in months and i’m ready to kick it in the ass and get back to doing the things that i enjoy!
watch this space in the next few weeks as i re-organize and get everything back into tip-top shape!
next up? studio crawl!
xx
was it ever a question?
i’m taking a leap and vending at my first fan convention this year and let me tell you, it’s a little nuts.
this does not bode well for the rest of the weekend, considering that this is only thursday.
remember me fondly, friends, for i may not survive!
yesterday was a rough day.
there wasn’t anything particularly bad about it, per se, but there were just a bunch of small inconveniences that kept piling on and on until it was just too much.
it happens, right?
right.
anyway, shitty day aside, i decided that to fix my mood, i was going to make popovers.
i haven’t made popovers in years.
that said, they’re super simple, provided you don’t open the oven.
i neither confirm or deny making that mistake.
part of the fun, though, was just randomly deciding to make a treat that i’d not had in years and let me tell you.
it made me feel much better.
xx
it’s been nine years to the day since my grandmother passed away and while there were many, many things that were very dear to me about her, her love of cooking for her family is probably among my favorites.
there is nothing on this earth or in the universe beyond that would convince me that my grandmother was anything short of magic.
she probably wouldn’t be too amused by the notion (as devout in her christian faith as she was) but i don’t think that makes it any less true.
i grew up learning how to cook and bake at her hip, watched her make and participated in making all of her recipes, but to this day, all the best ones will not be replicated.
we have her handwritten recipes (complete with additions and notes and little fixes) and multiple people have attempted to recreate them (some of them to point of tears).
none of us have been successful.
our brownies are gluey and flat, our cookies are crunchy, and our fried chicken won’t crackle.
it’s as maddening as it is hilarious in a “neener, neener!” kind of way.
so, magic.
it’s the only explanation i’m willing to accept.
i miss my grandmother more than i can even begin to put into words. there is a hole in my heart where she sat that still hurts and grieves, but through her recipes and my failures, sometimes, it hurts a little less.
i love you, grammy.
thank you for still making me laugh.
xx steph
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