I don't know what it is, but lately I have been OBSESSED with London. It's so bad that I may or may not have tried to convince Mike that we should move there soon. So far, I have been pretty unsuccessful, so don't start planning any going away parties yet. Though we won't be living there, that still doesn't stop my fascination with the city. I never been, I'm dying to go, and what better way to connect with a city you know nothing about, than by cooking it's food.
I love this picture. I wholeheartedly believe that I was getting ready to take on the world in this picture. That at the ripe age of 2 I was determined to conquer the world from that driveway. Some hating adult probably stopped me from going to far after this picture was taken, but just know I was getting ready to take off. This picture only captures a glimpse of whatever was happening on that driveway but that glimpse has continuously been a glimpse into my true self.
Think: becoming an heiress to a well-known celebrity that you're not related to, a haunted house, a huge hollywood movie shot in a small town and a grandmother skipping town and no one knows why. Oh and sprinkle in a murder. Peaked your interest yet?
The combination of sweet and spicy is such a winning pair. Little sweet, little heat, fried chicken. #Winning. The idea for this recipe came while I was making French toast and realized the strawberry glazed I'm using on bread would go so well with chicken by adding a few spices and touches of heat. I've cooked this recipe 3 times in the past 3 days to get it just right and I think I finally have a good blend. This recipe serves as a good base for other fruit based sauces. Easily substitute strawberries out for peaches, mangos, raspberries, etc. The options are endless so go crazy.
The premise behind these posts will be to share things I'm into to. Things that don't garnish a full post, but I think is interesting to share. Places I've been. Articles I've read. Quotes out of books. Funny videos. Food I've tried, or want to try. Pretty much anything I would share with you if we were to go out to brunch. So let's chat. Enjoy!
I had a completely different post scheduled for today. But I just watched a man die in cold-blood and my opinion on the book Eight Hundred Grapes (though good), just seems less relevant right now.
I'm not an emotional person. Some would even categorize me as cold, but to watch a man that looks like he could very well be my cousin, uncle, church member, my fiance... my Dad, even the coldest couldn't help to be emotion. My friend Tashi summarized it perfectly: "If you have ever loved a Black man, then you understand the panic, the dread, the hopelessness we are feeling."
Wow! The response I received from The Biggest Lie I've Ever Told has been overwhelming! Thank you all for the well wishes and the support that Mike and I have received on my "confession". Inevitably though, with the well wishes came the: "why am I just now finding out?" and "why didn't you tell me sooner?", which brings me to today's thought of: protecting your dream.