Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Delicioso Martes

Every Tuesday I want to share a favorite dish or a meal that stuck out in my head. Something that will wet your pallett or intrigue your senses by sight.
Mackey Mountain

For weeks now I have been craving meatloaf. Mom’s traditional meatloaf, cheesy meatloaf, Asian inspired meatloaf, anytime of ground meat baked in the oven at a slow temperature of the moist goodness of seduction.

Two years ago I went to Uncommon Ground in Wrigleyville and ordered their Meatloaf Entree. I can hands down say it was the best meatloaf dish I have ever had in my entire life. The sweet tang of ground beef floating on top of the buttery mashed potatoes dressed in a god like demi glaze. To crown off this masterpiece the meatloaf was topped with sweet caramelized onions, balsamic spinach, and melt-in-your mouth bacon cubes. It was a craftily orchestrated food art having the pleasure of igniting in my mouth.  

So this meatloaf dish being my muse to carefully craft a duplicate in my own home for a Monday night dinner was my mission form the time I rose from my bed. Was it hard? Yes. Was it fun? Maybe. Did it turn out the way I wanted it? No. But in the end it was a great dish and I was pleased with the outcome.



Plus my mom loved it. But what mother isn’t going to rave about something she didn’t have to cook J

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

love me. NEVER love me not.




I have an eye for me. I love myself. I love my curves, my laugh, my annoyance towards others, my quirks, my smile, my eyes, my hair, my style, my obsession with the art of food, my life. I wouldn’t change anything in the world. I am what I am and I love me.

I wish more people in this world would love themselves more. You are your biggest fan why not show some spirit. We are given the tools to succeed in this world. We are given the necessities to prove we got what it takes to conquer our goals, and there is only one person you need to prove that too. Guess who?

I only speak so “selfishly” because my life is a little complicated in means of self worth. I have experienced self-doubt in my own personal life. Not with myself but with my parents. I think it is important to talk about it because without expressing how you feel the truth will eat you up inside and maybe, just maybe speaking about my difficult pain it will help someone else out there to comfort their own situation. With my parents cruel actions it has shown me that no matter what it could be worse. That no matter how hard the obstacle that you must face in life you will make it cross the finish line.

I wish more people in this world loved themselves. I wish my parents loved themselves more. I always think because of what they did it means they don’t love my brother and I enough. I know my mother loves us and cares for us, but I wish she loved herself more. By loving herself more she could love us more.  On terms of my father, he was lost years ago and can not be rescued. For that I am sad that I do not have my “father” in my life, but I have always had a father figure that has shown me what love really is.

It is sad in the past weeks the suicide rate has increased because of bullying and depression. The first person I think of when hearing of a death because of suicide is not the person who took their life but the person that loved them. May it be a mother, a sister, a brother, a daughter, a son, a teacher, a friend, a wife, a husband, even a co-worker. They are the ones that are in reality of the deceased, that are left behind to continue loving them because that’s all they know what to do.

Killing yourself does not solve the problem. Taking your own life does not help. Talking about your pain and your suffering solves the equation. Letting someone in can open the door to your future.

Listen to me or not, but this is coming from a person who watched both people she loves more in this entire world try to run away from life. Look for help, look for life, look for love.

Below are some links to prevent and educate on suicide:

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Ticket to no where

I have currently purchased a one way ticket to......

For the past eight years I have had my life written on a piece of paper down to the last crossing of the t's and dotting of the i's. I have never lived outside of my element, done anything out of the ordinary, or worked on something I actually enjoyed.

That is all going to change now.

Destination: Unknown