I know what you’re thinking. You looked at the title of this post and thought, ‘umm did Kelly forget the strawberry to go along with the rhubarb in these Rhubarb Vanilla Yogurt Parfaits?’ The answer, dear reader, is no. Rhubarb is delightfully tart on its own, so I’d like to introduce you to its flavor without berries getting in the way. [Read more...]
I’m always amazed at how much I take for granted. Until recently, I didn’t fully wrap my head around the challenges associated with gluten intolerance and Celiac’s disease. As someone who consumes gluten, I never scoured food labels looking for hidden ingredients. I could eat anywhere without fear of cross contamination of my food that could send me to the hospital. And, most notably, I could open most baking cookbooks and follow the recipe without making substitutions or doing crazy math conversions. It’s also highly probable that I’d have all the ingredients on hand, including “all-purpose” flour, which would work in nearly all the recipes I’d find on the cookbooks lining my shelves. All this changed pretty recently… [Read more...]
How often do you let great ideas, passionate feelings, and good-intentioned impulses slip away? If you’re like me, you might be afraid of acting on these blips of thought for any number of reasons. Mine stem from a combination of laziness (especially if I get a good idea on the way home from work) a fear of failure, anticipation of rejection, and, perhaps worst of all, is the anticipation of success–having to face myself when my I realize my doubts were for naught and I have to start actually believing that I’m an intelligent, witty, creative, capable human being. [That's a frightening thought!]
I’m a dreamer by nature. I have a lot of ideas, whether they’re related to problem-solving, decorating a cake, conversations I’d like to have, a picture I’d like to paint or half-finished poems I’ve been meaning to put to paper. Despite the constant flow of thoughts swimming through my brain, I didn’t give much thought as to the dissonance between how often I exercised my imagination and how little these schemes were actualized. [Read more...]
Forgive me Reader, for I have sinned. I have committed a most egregious act of blasphemy and shamed an entire country.
Well, that’s not entirely true. [Read more...]
Now that I’ve been teaching a few smaller classes this term, I’ve had to rely on icebreakers to help my students to get know one another. For whatever reason, at the start of class, after everyone had settled down, my mind went completely blank. I couldn’t think of anything interesting to have students share with one another, so I went with the first thing that popped into my mind: say your name and your favorite ice cream flavor.
I have a deep love for ice cream. It’s been loyal to me when boyfriends haven’t and a reliable stand-in for when friends weren’t picking up their phone. Did I mention it goes great with Katherine Hiegel movies? Anyway, when it’s my turn at an ice breaker, I always run through all the flavors of ice cream I’ve eaten, smiling at each one, remembering how great it felt to eat my feelings, convinced that I will choose something truly memorable to share like mocha coffee crisp or lemon mascarpone. But, just as I’m about to associate myself with something like complex Phish Food or fruity like black raspberry, my mind always drifts back to vanilla…