A Reflection of the Day

I woke up to my clock radio as usual. But there was not going to be anything usual about this day. I remember thinking how lucky I was to share an apartment with my besties – both of whom had been kind enough (or just didn’t want to argue) to give me the only actual bedroom while one’s bedroom was basically the back porch and the other’s was the dining room. I remember being thankful when people announced that they had heard from so-and-so who had graduated in previous years – apparently they hadn’t gone in to work that day, or they were scheduled to work later, or they were currently out of town. I remember the eerie quiet of campus. I’m not sure if classes were cancelled or if everyone just decided that this was not a day to sit in a lecture. I remember watching the giant tv that had been brought in to the university center and seeing the towers burn. I watched until I couldn’t watch anymore then would return to the tv once more.  It all seemed too surreal and I needed to see in order to believe that it was really happening.  I stopped watching when I realized that that wasn’t debris falling from the buildings. I remember hugs lasting longer than they ever had before. I remember holding hands with strangers that night as we stood in candlelight.

I’ve begun to think that perhaps one of the biggest things that the terrorists did to us that day (in addition to, of course, the immense and terrible loss of life) was FEAR.  September 12 was a day of panic.  How could this have happened?  What would happen next? We became afraid of others. Afraid of the past. Afraid of the future. And then the fear turned to anger.  And then the anger built and built and built and then turned to a lack of compassion and love.  General politeness disappeared and doesn’t seem to be making a return anytime soon.

We hide behind our keyboards and assume that we can say anything and the words are just that – words.  We worry about ourselves and our own problems without thinking that, perhaps, we are called to love others.  A quick glance at the comments on most posts on Facebook and you will find amazing and astounding levels of anger and hatred.  Respect for others seems to be completely gone. For heaven’s sake, we now live in an age in which an elected official can yell out “You lie!” to the President of the United States in the middle of a speech.

There is a great scene in a great movie, Love Actually, when we hear Hugh Grant’s character talk about love being everywhere.  So, on this day, let us remember those that we lost but let us do so by remembering what we still have.  Give a hug or a smile. Make your written words reflect what you would want others to say to you.  Go out of your comfort zone.  Enjoy the beauty that is hidden in plain sight.

I don’t normally (or I never have before) get off the topics of crafting, baking, kitty cats and babies on this blog but today I felt the need to get out a few thoughts.

Love really is all around.

Chocolate and Bananas

Mmmmmm....cake.....

Mmmmmm….cake…..

Bananas are a hot commodity in our house. I almost always take one to work for my breakfast. Big girl likes to also have one for her breakfast. So, I tend to buy a large amount of bananas. If I only buy one bunch of bananas then we tend to be out of bananas by the mid-week. However, if I buy a lot, there are usually 4 or 5 that get way too ripe before we can eat them. So, I am always on the lookout for a recipe that will use up those overripe ones. If you follow this blog, you know that I’ve found a favorite banana bread recipe that is super easy to make. I recently found a recipe for a cake that uses bananas, chocolate, and applesauce. You can find it here.  The pictures made the cake look delicious (and we eat with our eyes first!) so I thought that I would give it a try.

Don’t assume that just because there are bananas and applesauce in this cake that it’s a, um, healthy cake. There are a lot of chocolate chips in this cake in proportion to the rest of the ingredients. But, I wasn’t looking for a healthy cake. In fact, I don’t think that one should eat “healthy” cakes. The point of eating a cake is that it is a treat and it should taste like a treat.

Yay! Cake!

Yay! Cake!

This is a much more banana-y cake than what I was expecting and it isn’t nearly as chocolate-y as I would’ve thought since it smelled so strongly of chocolate as it was baking.  But, it was a nice and super moist cake.  Will definitely be making this one again.

 

 

Sneaky little vegetables

Big girl is not a big fan of veggies.  She will eat her weight in corn, peas, or bell peppers but those are the main veggies that she will eat.  And even then, there are times when she will refuse even her three favorites.  So, I’m trying to find ways to get some extra veggies into her meals.

Little girl loves these!

Stars, stars, and more stars

Big girl loves thes girl could eat Annie’s All Stars every single day if we would let her.  I don’t feel too bad giving her these, though, because they are organic.  So, the ingredients are a little better than other similar options.  Plus, it’s easy to sneak some veggies into it.

Mmmmm....veggies

Mmmmm….veggies

Now, I am not a fan of V8.  I don’t like tomato soup.  I don’t like tomato juice.  And I don’t like the weird tomato-y film that is left on a glass of tomato juice.  But…..if you add some V8 to the can of Stars, you’ve instantly added some veggies without much effort.

Dinner is served.

Dinner is served.

Adding V8 makes the Stars a little runny but big girl likes it because it is similar to a soup.  And this girl likes soup.

Sometimes.