Sunday, November 29, 2015

Been Busy

Hey guys! Sorry to have been gone so long. I've been busy. Overtime at work. Trying to get back in the habit of going to the gym. Blogging got pushed to the back burner. 


I have been up to my usual cooking self.


I made a sweet potato casserole (with some flaked coconut & molasses). 


I tackled spaghetti squash for the first time. (filled with some sauteed onions & mushrooms and some olive tapenade). 


I even made some compound butter. On the left is Lemon Pepper Butter (lemon juice, lemon zest, black pepper & chives). On the right is Cowboy Butter (red onion, garlic, parsley, chives, salt, black pepper & olive oil). 


See you guys soon! :)

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Trying something new...

So I found a site that lets me build a webpage as well as tend to my blog. So I've moved things there for the time being. I hope you will follow me.

http://caitebeth.wix.com/caitebeth


Tuesday, June 16, 2015

We the Entitled of America

I saw this image fly by on my facebook news feed recently. It stirred up an immediate reaction of "Yes!" deep within my soul. 


My biggest frustration with most people that bother me is their sense of entitlement for simply being alive. It comes in many sizes but too many in America have forgotten hard work & humility. 

I work in a Fortune 500 company and it astounds me how disgusting our work environment becomes. Grown adults refuse to pick up trash they have dropped. Refuse to make sure their toilet flushes. Refuse to be respectful of others' belongings. 

I think the Japanese might be on to something here. To teach their children (and community) to remain humble & respectful. 

What do you think? 

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Choose your battles carefully

I used to be very involved in a local church. I thought I wanted to be in full time ministry. Looking at it now, I think I wanted to feel like I belonged somewhere. To have a positive impact on others. I think it actually had less to do with Christ or the church.

With that being said, I really don't understand the battles that most in the church choose to speak up on. Like this whole Caitlyn (Bruce) Jenner thing.



I've seen all sorts of folks posting their thoughts about Caitlyn/Bruce. Some are on her side. Excited for our society to be more inclusive for those on the fringes - especially the Gay/Lesbian/BiSexual communities. Some are against him. Each claiming some sort of biblical scripture/ideology.

Before Caitlyn/Bruce, the same church folks were all up in a tizzy about 50 Shades of Grey coming to the big screen.

Seriously?

This is the shit the church chooses to be upset about? Why weren't the same folks as outspoken about the riots in Baltimore? About the racial inequality that still exists in our nation?



If we are going to publicly address current issues that the bible speaks out on, where is the outrage that most Americans are obese? And what about the whole genre of Gossip News? What about the Abortion epidemic? There are so many issues the church could be speaking out against but we choose a movie & a confused public figure.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Scrumptious Sunday - Mango Madness

Mango Madness


Mango Madness
1/2 cup vodka
1/2 cup Pom Mango
1 cup Minute Maid Light Mango Passion Fruit
1 cup Lemon Lime Soda
Couple of ice cubes
Couple of frozen watermelon balls 

Makes a 32 oz serving 

Scrumptious Sunday - Sausage Gravy

At least once a week, I like to make something yummy. Now that I have Sundays off, it is a great day to have a little fun in the kitchen. Today's goal: homemade sausage gravy. The inspiration recipe came from this site.

Simple Sausage Gravy and Biscuits-a Southern Favorite!

Looks amazing right?!

To begin, I got my cast iron skillet nice & hot. Great gravy starts with cast iron. I used a store brand bulk breakfast sausage. Browned it, crumpling it with a spoon as it browned. Once it was cooked through, I removed the sausage & let it drain on some paper towels & newspaper. I wanted smooth, creamy gravy and did not want the sausage to prevent that.

Next I sprinkled 1/3 cup of AP flour over the grease. I whisked it to combine & to let the flour cook a about a minute. (It makes the gravy taste less like flour & more like gravy.) Next, I poured in 2 cups of milk whisking constantly to make sure the mixture was very smooth. I then whisked in the 3rd cup of milk and salt & pepper to taste. (approx 1 tsp each)

By the way, this amazing spring coil whisk makes phenomenal smooth gravy.


It is only $6 from Pampered Chef. It really gets up all the goodness off the bottom of the pan.

I let the gravy simmer on medium low heat for about 10 minutes to slowly thicken. I used this time to cook some biscuits. I was lazy & used canned biscuits. To me, the star was the gravy. The biscuits were merely a gravy delivery system.

After about 10-12 minutes, this beauty had come together.

It was beautifully thick & rich. It was all I wanted it to be. I was truly excited to put this deliciousness in my mouth. Now it was time to plate up my biscuits & pour this beauty over them. 


This is what I had dreamed about. Equipped with a fork & a cup of coffee, I was finally ready to enjoy my triumph!

Friday, May 29, 2015

The Masquerade

I've been pretty quiet for a few days now. Work was busy, was stressed out about car problems, and generally not excited about life. Didn't really want this blog to become something that sounded like an overly emotional teenager wrote it. So I've stayed away. But this photo rings true.

I often put on a mask of happiness to hide how I really feel. I more easily express anger & frustration because I do not have opportunity in my life to express love & appreciation. There is a war within that many do not know about or do not know the extent of. But I don't think I'm alone. Many hide behind fake smiles just to make it through their day. And if any of you are like me, you are scared to let anyone past the mask because who you let in last time caused more pain (rejection, absence, etc). So we suffer in silence behind our masks. It is lonely, but it is safe.


Sunday, May 24, 2015

Say what?

For those of you who don't know me, I work in the world of insurance. It is a good job. Reliable. Steady. It is the first career job I've ever had. But it does come with its own set of quirks. Customers say some of the craziest, off-the-wall things. They say Kids Say the Darnest Things but I the folks I talk to on the phone say the darnest things. I plan on periodically sharing with you some of these scenarios with the hopes that you will find them as entertaining as I do.

I was talking to a lady today about a crack in her windshield. She kept telling me how the crack was an "internal crack." She kept talking trying to explain to me her damage. She told me that she couldn't feel the damage on the inside or outside of the glass. And at first she had thought it was maybe just some dirt on the glass and she "couldn't lick it off." .... Wait! What???! What did you just say? That's right folks, this lady informed me that she could not lick the damage off of her windshield. I think I successfully told her I'd be glad to help her get the glass replaced as I put her on mute as I stifled my laughter. I somehow got through that call professionally. Not sure how.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Just a bit fit

Thanks to a discount through my job, I have decided to take a step towards developing healthier habits. I am now the owner of a Fitbit.


Have you seen anyone wearing one of these? I've found myself moving around more just to see if it counted the movement. It even has a log for water & food. I chose a device that also tracks sleep & heart rate. 

I'm trying to talk a friend from work to do it with me. (because pride is a powerful motivator) And I'm more likely to get moving if it means I WIN!

So here is to health. 

Are any of you making any strides to make healthier choices? If so, leave me a comment with the step(s) you are taking. :)

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Scrumptious Sunday

Like the rest of you, I often browse Pinterest with the intention of cooking many of the tempting recipes that I find. Most of the time, this is a false hope. I either do not have the ingredients on hand or I'm intimidated by the goal. (and sometimes, I'm just lazy)

Awhile back, I found this recipe for Chicken Noodle Casserole. 

Chicken Noodle Casserole is the perfect comfort food to make when you are down with the cold or flu. This recipe freezes well too, so you can make it ahead

The pinterest recipe links to this site. (btw, you have to go to the 2nd page of the blog entry to get to the actual recipe)  

I made a few edits (as I always do with recipes.) I really do have a problem sticking to a recipe as it is written. Not sure why I can't stick to a recipe. 

I sauteed the chopped onion. (I don't really like raw onion.)
I also found a great deal on some sliced button mushrooms so I sauteed them in a little butter & oil before adding them to the mix. 

Here is my version. 





Drank!

Few things are more relaxing than a tasty adult beverage as a reward for doing your chores. (Yes, adults need incentives just as much as kids to do their chores.... maybe even more so)

It doesn't have a name yet (I'm open to suggestions). 

I made it in a quart sized mason jar so you may need to adjust proportions to make a "normal" serving. 

1/2 cup (4 oz) Captain Morgan white rum
1 cup (8 oz) Pom Hula (pineapple pomegranate juice)
1 1/2 cup (12 oz) white cranberry peach juice
1/2 can (6 oz) Ginger Ale
top off with a few ice cubes 



It made a lovely deep pink drink. (Isn't it pretty?!)


It was very sweet. Might could even use less of each juice & more soda. (or more rum) :)

I want to keep playing with various combinations. Sprite would be great also. And different juices. 

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Fatherless



I did not pen these words. But they ring true for me. They were written by Ari Eastman. Click here for the original blog.



What It Means To Date A Girl Without A Father

It will not seem different at first. You will do the things all new couples do: joke and share silly stories. Laugh louder than you ever anticipated. Laugh harder. You get drunk off fingertips and innocent touches, like when she lingers on your shoulder for just a beat longer. She kisses you like you are the first person she has ever kissed, and it will keep you up at night, in the best way possible. Everything is fun and exciting. She will do whatever she can to make sure it is fun. She needs it to be fun. Exciting. Light. She knows darkness already too well.

She will be careful in her words. You notice she never says “parents” and looks away when someone mentions their father. You are consumed with a strange, irrational guilt when you answer a phone call from your dad. It feels dirty, like a secret that will unravel this ethereal happiness you’ve built together.

She does not flinch when someone asks about her family. She has memorized this back and forth. You wonder how many times she has regurgitated the same script. Her voice never breaks. There is not even the smallest crack. You picture her standing in front of her bathroom mirror, practicing what she will say when someone asks about her dad. You will wonder, was there a time when she couldn’t even spit out the words? Did she choke on her own grief? Are you capable of being with someone so guarded?

She will share small moments with you that do not seem like much of anything. She tells you about that one Halloween when her dog ate almost all of her candy and was still miraculously completely fine. “Dad was so scared. He slept near her all night in case we had to rush her to the vet.” You will kiss her forehead, and she will direct your hands to hold her. She has never asked to be held. Do not underestimate how monumental this is. This is her slowly lowering the shield she has spent years crafting. This is her trusting you.

She will shy away from discussing problems. She tiptoes when you wish she would just walk. You don’t understand how someone so feisty, so full of opinions and fire, can go mute when confrontation approaches. She is flight when you would have been sure she’d fight. You get too close, things get too real, and she runs. She has tennis shoes on stand by.

A girl without a father does not want to create waves because she has been underwater longer than she cares to explain. She is not a pushover, though you may push and ask why she is so scared of doing something, anything, that will upset someone. You ask how she can be so brave on paper, but so scared of talking to someone face-to-face. She will deflect and bite back with sarcasm. She self-deprecates, calls herself messed up like it’s as casual as her first name. You will think maybe this is it. Maybe she will never be honest with you.

Here is the truth: it should not be surprising that conflict makes her skin crawl. It should not be absurd that she will passively sit by, figure out the best way to avoid saying anything that will put a riff between her and someone she loves, because people can fucking leave. And that is the most terrifying thing she has ever learned. If the only man she ever truly needed left when she was not done needing him, it is fair game for anyone else to decide it’s not worth it.

For anyone else to decide she’s not worth it.

But none of that will spill out very easily. She doesn’t want these labels: The one with abandonment issues. The one who keeps you at a distance. The one looking to fill a void. The fatherless girl. She does not want your pity.

When you date a girl without a father, you need to understand you will not always understand. And if she is worth it, love her anyway. And love her all the way.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Baltimore

I know I am the last person who should be chiming in on what is happening in Baltimore. I am a white female who lives in the South & admittedly does not watch the news or keep up with current events very well. But I also think that lends me to offering another side of the conversation.

I don't know the details of the death that lead to the riots in Baltimore. All I know is he was a young black man who died in police custody. I don't know why he was in custody. I don't know the manner in which he died. I don't know his story. I don't know the history of the police department that was detaining him.

But all lives matter. It is saddening when anyone is injured at the hands of another. That goes for this young man as well as the many that have been injured in the riots. I have a hard time believing that everyone in the streets in Baltimore "making their voices heard" even knew this young man. So why are they so upset that they cause other hard working men & women their possessions or livelihood. Property being destroyed more for sport than for cause.

I know racism still exists. And it exists in those of every skin color - not just white. Racism is an expression of hatred, fear, judgement and pride.

What I wonder is what the rioters believe they are accomplishing. What is the message they are trying to express. Because I feel fairly certain that they are unaware that they are sending a different message entirely. What I assume they are wanting to say is that they are upset. That they won't stand to be mistreated any longer. That they are making a stand. That they are being heard.

Which is selfish. It is all about them. It's no longer about the young man who died. They will say it is about him. That it is to honor him & those like him that have died at the hands of racism. But the reality is that they are stealing items they can not afford. They are damaging property because it is fun. They are feeding off the power of being feared.

You think you are standing up for this young man, but you are really stomping on his memory. Now every thought about his life or his death is about violence & destruction.

You think you are giving a voice to the mistreated, but you are mistreating others in your attempt.

You think you are taking pride in yourself & in your city, but you are destroying your reputation & your home.

Change needs to happen. Quickly. Across this nation. But this is not how it needs to happen. This is not how it can happen.

Home of the Brave(s)

So I had the pleasure of going to a Braves game last night with a couple of lovely ladies.

 (This is Samantha. She kind of reminds me of a puppy dog in this pic.) 

It was a lot of fun & we had some really good seats. Sadly, my Braves lost the game. (And it wasn't even a close game.) But the rain held off & I got to see another game at Turner Field. I'm not looking forward to the new stadium next year. I can't wait to go back for another game. :)


Monday, March 23, 2015

Sneak peak into nothing

Seriously? Why does anyone think that sending unsolicited nude pics is EVER a good idea?! I honestly thought it was a phenomenon that only females were victims of. Perhaps that is only because dudes usually don't complain about a free look. But apparently even chicks think that forgoing communication and diving directly into flashing is a preferred & affective means of flirting.

My tip  for you. Don't do it. Flashing your body in leau of talking only communicates that you have no personality or character worth sharing.