Summer Goat Cheese Strawberry Honey Toast

Strawberries Goat Cheese The food blogs I most enjoy lately are written by women — yes, they can cook — AND they clearly have a professional photographer (husband?) on hand.  Well, let’s be real.  I do, in fact, know three outstanding food bloggers that DO have photo-ready hubbies who make their living shooting portraits and such.  In these lucky home kitchens, he must be camera-poised while she is putting on her apron, sipping her tea,  and arranging her ingredients.  He must be awaiting the moment when the cookie-of-perfection falls from her grasp.  Or when she pauses while arranging the grilled asparagus — he gets the perfect shot.  Then, to top it all off, he catches the finely-minced-in-mid-air-red onion-and-toasted-pepitas as they descend toward the (always) stunning vegetable plate.  All of this yummy photography is designed, I’m sure, to cause saliva to flow like a darn river.  And if you have one of those creative cook minds, it will wander happily toward the empty grocery list and begin adding this and that.   And your tummy, along with tummies all over the world who have just read this blog begin to call out, “Yes — that — I want to eat THAT.” I don’t really understand the first thing about photography, but if I did, you’d be drooling over the photos from this morning’s little simple breakfast creation.  You’d see the perfectly arranged sliced strawberries, and the still stemmed strawberries would be the right color in contrast to the cut ones on the toast.  (Ahem.)  You’d most assuredly see the casual, yet elegant arrangement of all things delicious, right along with the up close and faultlessly focused photo of freshly grated nutmeg over the drizzled honey and fruit.  You really would. Sigh. And without further ado…

Summer Goat Cheese Strawberry Honey Toast

Bread of choice (I like Ezekiel or sprouted)Goat Cheese Honey Toast
Soft Chevre goat cheese (plain)
Fresh strawberries 
Raw honey
Freshly grated nutmeg
 
Toast your bread. Spread lavishly with goat cheese. Put a table knife in the honey jar, and when the drizzle gets really tiny, drizzle it over your goat cheese. Then arrange slices of strawberries over the toast and drizzle again (optional).  Add freshly grated nutmeg and inhale. It’s aStrawberries on toastll so totally delicious, don’t you think?  And you can even do this quickly before running out the door to meet your day. But if you’re not running out the door…. Meanwhile, prepare a nice cup of darjeeling or dark roast coffee.  Go sit on your porch or deck.  Look out at the beautiful morning mountains. Consume with unlimited pleasure. Blue Heaven with White Puff 1

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Rise Up by Andra Day

What a great set of words for these oncoming days.

Rise Up

 
You’re broken down and tired
Of living life on a merry go round
And you can’t find the fighter
But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out
And move mountains
We gonna walk it out
And move mountains
And I’ll rise up
I’ll rise like the day
I’ll rise up
I’ll rise unafraid
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
And I’ll rise up
High like the waves
I’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
When the silence isn’t quiet
And it feels like it’s getting hard to breathe
And I know you feel like dying
But I promise we’ll take the world to its feet
And move mountains
Bring it to its feet
And move mountains
And I’ll rise up
I’ll rise like the day
I’ll rise up
I’ll rise unafraid
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
All we need, all we need is hope
And for that we have each other
And for that we have each other
And we will rise
We will rise
We’ll rise, oh, oh
We’ll rise
I’ll rise up
Rise like the day
I’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
I will rise a thousand times again
And we’ll rise up
High like the waves
We’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
We’ll rise up
And we’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
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Songwriters: Cassandra Monique Batie / Jennifer Decilveo
Rise Up lyrics © BMG Rights Management

Terri’s book of photography combined with poetry is here! 100 Words: Small Servings of Whimsy and Wisdom to Calm the Mind and Nourish the Heart.

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Rippling Abs, Anyone?

Rippling Abs, Anyone?

During this strange time in history, I noticed y’all were tackling all sorts of interesting projects. I decided I needed one, too—something positive to remember the pandemic of 2020 by.
 
I decided to pay attention to something I had abandoned…
 
Nope, I’m not cleaning my garage. I am not organizing one single thing. I’m not planting a garden or cleaning up my yard.
 
Instead, I decided to take care of myself better. This, folks, has made all the difference for me.
 
With relatively little time and effort on my part, I feel so much better than I did a month ago.
 
On March 30, I got on the exercise bike and the yoga mat for the first time in a long time, and did 30 minutes each. I liked it so much that I decided to do it every day. But I fell short of that, and changed my commitment to every other day, which felt more manageable, reasonable, and doable.
 
I also get off the bike after every song, take a couple of sips of water, shake out my legs and arms for a few seconds, and get back on. This makes the bike project a reasonable proposition, too.
 
Daily walks of any length—by myself, or with my little guy, Jackson—are a fresh air bonus.
 
My recumbent exercise bike has pulleys to work my upper body while I pedal, which gets my heart rate up fast, and also helps my whole-body strength. It feels good to get up from writing, or doing a consulting session with a client, to do something physically challenging while listening to good music.
 
After only a month, I feel a sheet of muscles on the front of me I haven’t felt for a very, very long time. Goodness gracious. Who knew they were there. I’ll be posting rippling ab photos soon, I’m sure.
 
I have no idea what the scales have to say about my bike/yoga project—I don’t care. Paying attention to scales tends to send me sideways, and therefore, I’m ignoring them completely.
 
But—I LOVE the way I feel! Hang in there, everyone.
 

Terri’s book of photography combined with poetry is here! 100 Words: Small Servings of Whimsy and Wisdom to Calm the Mind and Nourish the Heart.

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Check Out This Troublemaker in Relationships

Check Out This Troublemaker in Relationships

Sometimes we ask intimate partners to do for us what is actually ours to do.

We ask our partner to give us the reassurance, love or appreciation we feel is missing in ourselves, with the hope that they will give us what we’re asking for—and then we’ll feel better. They’ll take care of our problem.

But when they do give us what we’re asking for, it can never be enough, because we have insufficient context for what they’ve given. We haven’t build the inner foundation to receive it, hear it, welcome it, believe it. They try to help, but their love for us falls into our void, our black hole, our love bucket with no bottom.

As always, there’s hope. Check out the video below.

Terri Crosby. http://www.incareofrelationships.com/.

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