Ignoring the good things.

I’m guilty as charged. I have ignored and disregarded the wonderful things my little angel tells me. It’s not because I don’t trust her. It’s because I don’t hold myself in very high respect. I have never felt the whole “You have so much potential” that everyone constantly tells me. I always view it as something you say to someone to raise their spirits, not inform them. I don’t find myself special or spectacular in any way, and yet EVERYONE tells me constantly that I am able and capable of so much MORE than I am doing. No matter what it is I am doing, I’m always told of what MORE I could do.

And I ignore them. Today however, I’ve made a pact with myself, sold myself my soul, if you will. It is mostly centered around some things I hold as fundamental truths in the universe, but have recently chosen to ignore. I’m not entirely sure why, but I have. You can read more about it here. To those I have crashed over on my long downward slide, I apologize. I’ll help you clean up the mess on my way back up. Just keep shouting down at me that “You can do it Krys! You’re almost there! You’re capable of so much if you only TRY!” and I’ll keep chugging my way up this abysmal pit I’ve dug myself recently. Maybe when I get to the top, I’ll even learn to use spellcheck (or better still, learn to spell in the first place!)

Applied Alchemy

As you may have read, I do much of the cooking around here. I’m quite good at it, if I do say so myself. She seems to think I’ve kicked her out of the kitchen, but this is simply not true. She’s more than welcome to come into the kitchen, and to prepare any foods she chooses. I just very much enjoy working my magic on the edible things we have in there, and look forward to the looks on the faces of those eating them.

Cookery

Since he loves to cook, and is remarkably extremely talented at producing some mouth watering, slap your mama and call her “fred” meals, I’ve taken on much more of a support only type role in the kitchen. Most nights, he not only cooks, but fights for clean-up as well. Which is amazing.

I don’t mind letting his creativity take over for a while. Like I told him, I’ve been doing all the cooking for many many years..and food *always* tastes better when someone else makes it.

Recently, we went to the grocery store with the sole intention of each finding 3 things we’d never tried before(or a new variant/flavor of an old favorite). He found some spicy pickled brussel sprouts, baby portabella mushrooms, and something else. I found some boursin cheese, and a new flavor of green tea.

Last night, we each picked out a different type of cheese to try. Ended up with baby gouda, 4 pepper goat cheese, and baked brie. Along with the almond stuffed olives, the garlic stuffed olives, and my penchant for making up some of the most wonderful sandwiches in the world..todays lunch was interesting to say the least.

He ate all of it though..which is quite a nice pet for my ego. We had 3 things, since I learned a long time ago mixing everything in one isn’t the best idea in the world.

There was:

1/2 Cold Sandwich:

red pepper jelly, ham, onion and pimento cheese

1/2 Hot Sandwich:

red pepper jelly, ham, bean dip, onion, baby gouda

Burritos:

chicken/beef and bean with melted goat cheese

One of these days, he’ll kick me out of the kitchen for good..until then, I’ll continue to see just how much I can get away with

Angel Vs. Devil

Just what exactly is going on here? Hear it from the twisted, malformed lips of the devil, and then hear it from the beautiful, sultry lips of an angel. Choose a side. Grin and Bear. Hold on tight.

This is angelic text.

This is demonic text.

Proceed with caution.