Holy shit! Almost literally. I was scared to go to the bathroom the morning after I ate those fucking sunflower seed shells. I know that’s all you’re wondering, how was my poo poo. Well, ladies and gentleman I’m relieved to report everything flowed normally… so far.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about you didn’t see my Insta Story. I’ve been trying new cookbooks & have recently been using the Naturally Nourished recipes. I went for a casserole recipe the other night & noticed one of the ingredients was “shelled sunflower seeds”. To me, this meant in-shell. I was in Trader Joe’s googling “Shelled Sunflower Seeds” with results showing sunflower seeds, IN SHELLS. Confirming my thoughts that the recipe had to mean sunflower seeds, in their shell.
Does baking a shell of any seed make sense? No it doesn’t. But neither did putting bulbs of garlic in green juice to cure my shingles, but it worked. My mind told me no. My gut told me yes. To pursue & discover this new secret vegan ingredient, sunflower seed shells.
I blended about 1/4 Cup of sunflower seeds, in their shells. I did have a moment of hesitation after noticing the sunflower seed shells weren’t grinding down very well. After persistence, I sprinkled the crumbs onto my casserole and baked.
Sunflower seed shells are a softer shell, okay? I ate them as a child. I know. So I thought, maybe baking them would create a soft, crunchy crust. Clearly wrong.
THIS WAS NOT A GOOD IDEA. And likely unsafe. Therefore, don’t do it. Shelled means unshelled. I don’t understand it still, and probably never will, but what the hell, learned something new. In my defense, in another recipe from the book it asked for “Pistachios, out of their shell” which is why I assumed if that’s what they meant w/sunflower seeds they would’ve said it the same way?
Finally the day has come, we moved into a different space. Remember when I moved into this tiny apartment and I was so happy? I believed that was literally all I needed in life, a perfect shelter. I’m still on the small living environment kick, too much space gives me anxiety. I know most people hate moving but I’ve decided I love it, I’ve moved a lot and lived out of a suitcase more years in my life than I’ve had a closet. Not really.
Getting rid of shit is my jam. It gives me the same excited butterflies you’re supposed to get when you see your significant other. Moving forces you to really purge shit out. All those things that Wafiq was making us hold on to because “we have space” are officially at Goodwill. And all the stupid clothes, cheap gimmicks and nonsense you can find on THIS list are gone! Moving is a breeze because all our “things” (besides the bed, sofa, and TV) fit in a few boxes 🙂 Awww my favorite feeling.
One of the many reasons we’re so excited about our new place is that the view is open to trees, no more walking path! What do you guys see when you look outside your window? We started feeling a little like we were living in a hamster cage because our windows opened to a walking path that people loved to bring their dogs to, so we happy peeps right now.
As you may have heard, there’s a hurricane that recently f*cked up parts of Texas. In Austin, we lost power for 20 hours & had wind + rain but nothing much larger than our regular storms. Please remember, when you’re thinking of Houston and all the damage it’s done, there are several smaller communities that have been damaged as well & also need help + resources. The less popular babies need attention too 🙂 I have to say, it’s refreshing to run through my Facebook feed and see all my Texas friends coming together to love & support one another. No more wrestling over topics that don’t serve a purpose or creating fights & arguments because we’re bored. There was awhile there I didn’t even check FB. So, proud of Texas right now and proud to be a part of the state.
And mother earth must be freaking PISSED off right now, brewing storms all over the place. EEEk. I pray everyone stays safe & cuddled with their people. Love love love.
I HATE taking pictures. I take them all the time for Instagram & my blog but it’s my least favorite thing to do. People stay interested w/images more than a ton of writing so I know if I want my blog to be what I imagine, it has to include photos. But it’s the hardest piece of the puzzle. Can you be more into yourself than when you’re taking photos, trying to be pretty? Ugh it makes me uncomfortable more than you’d imagine.
When you see pictures of me, this is typically the process. First, I hold the camera & Wafiq poses for it so he can remind me how easy it is. He doesn’t care if other people are looking at him as he tries to act cool for pictures, he models confidently. Once he makes me laugh enough, we switch. He grabs the camera & tells me to do the same thing. Boom, all my pictures.
I’m uncomfortable taking pictures & I know I’m not the only one. Being in a picture these days means you’re likely going to be plastered on social media for everyone’s eyes. Back in the day, a photo was shared w/family & maybe a few friends. Now it’s all eyes on us, all the time! The good side, having these pictures posted everywhere means we’ll easily be able to have the memory. The best part, the memories. So I don’t let myself shy away from taking them.
There are a few, super simple tips I learned in college when pictures really started being a thing. I wasn’t used to my picture being taken & after seeing a few horrible ones I started following these three rules for ALL photos.
I’m doing a throwback post today. I’ve been editing prior posts & came across this Olive Oil + Hair story. I died laughing because I vividly remember smelling like a kitchen & trying desperately to convince myself that I could NOT walk around all day/w olive oil in my hair. Way too much alone time. But the post made me laugh so I figured I’d repost it today & hopefully enhance your day w/a little humor – Enjoy!
I saved my life. More like my hair’s life. I have super long, thick, blonde hair that has been severely neglected since my move to Dubai.
I rarely wash it. I try to go as many days as possible in the most extreme ways not to wash my hair. (The key is finding different ways to wear your hair the second & third/fourth/fifth day without a wash.)
The problem happens on the days I choose to wash my locks. I’ve been using shampoo that I believe physically assaults my hair. I’m nearly positive my hair is crying when I put the shampoo through it & it continues to cry until it gets oily again. In truth, my hair has probably been crying since I landed in Dubai.
I used to buy expensive shampoo + conditioner because I spend a lot of money highlighting & want to stretch the color as long as possible. I don’t want to waste the money I spent highlighting, by ruing my hair with bad product. Miss High Maintenance, Hiiii
That all went out the window when I got to Dubai. I RARELY do my hair. And when I do put in effort, it means half blow drying it & leaving it down. Most often I braid it or put it up in a bun.
The neglect started when I ran out of my good ol American shampoo & couldn’t find the one I was previously using. Shortly after that, I found a few pieces of my hair that I think missed my last trim, so I cut them myself..? I’ve never done that before. Between nasty shampoo and a self trim, I thought my hair was treacherous. I started putting it in a ponytail every single day, which again I don’t think is good for your hair. The color started fading (probably just in my head) and it turned into Rapunzel length. In a bad, ratty way.
So I booked an appointment to get my hair cut & highlighted. BUT, I was completely terrified to show up to a nice salon with my hair being dried out, self cut & brassy. I went to Pinterest in last minute efforts to find a solution that could fake maintained looking hair until it was fixed.
I’m back w/a few other kitchen favorites! I’m all about trying new flavors, doing new things, and not getting too comfortable with -anything! Including food. I keep these 5 ingredients in my kitchen most of the time, and think it’s worth a try if you haven’t. Sometimes, when they’re sitting there starring at you, you’re more likely to make use of them. I might not cook w/these guys every day, but they’re common enough ingredients to keep around
And as much as I would love to explain how I planned it that way & have spent years & years growing it long, that’s not 100% the case. My hair grows like a weed. Having short hair isn’t an option because it would take way too much effort to maintain. Long hair is easy for me, I go to the Salon approx twice a year.
I get asked about my hair more than anything else. You know? Like instead of “where did you get those granny Sketcher slide ons?” people ask about how I did the bun in my hair today. I don’t know why…
3 Long Hair Tips For The Lazy
1.Don’t wash it. I don’t wash it because I’m lazy AF. I know it’s almost trendy these days to say how many days in between washes you are for your hair. “I haven’t washed my hair in 5 days!”. Well, I haven’t washed my hair since I was a child. Once a month my mom had to force me to wash it, and I don’t think she wanted to either but as a mother you feel like you have to enforce rules. It takes an hour to brush out & another 3 days to air dry. I see no interest.
As you may have noticed, I write “be thoughtful” at the end of all my posts. When I started writing regularly I wanted to think of something to end with. Something short, that I genuinely wanted readers to leave w/every day. I thought about “be nice” or “be kind” because there’s nothing better than a nice person, but that’s not always the case. Sometimes, you shouldn’t be nice. You should be strong. You should be loud & badass & stick up for yourself, which might not be nice. I might actually suggest “be mean”.
I came up with “be thoughtful”. If you slow down & you’re thoughtful of the people you’re interacting with, you’ll know whether to be nice or to be mean. No one knows what’s going on w/the people they interact with every day and no one knows you.
I think this really amplified itself for me a year ago when I was dealing w/bad anxiety. I feel like I looked normal but was going through such a tough time in my head. I was trying to take things slow & gentle while I worked through my anxiety, and I felt fragile. But people didn’t know that.
One issue I had was driving anxiety. American’s driving is the single thing I HATE the most about America. It’s also one of the only times I use the word hate. Moms, dads, young people, old people, men, women, they all drive like a tasmanian devil. It’s crazy to me! We have these huge machines we’re plowing recklessly through traffic with and have no worry? And where are we always rushing to? Why are we rushing? We’re a product of our environment, American’s are glued to time. My advice is to say fuck it & leave work early, take your time to your kids soccer game, so you can show up alive.
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