What I Learned in September

This week I’m linking up with Emily Freeman as we share we’ve learned in September.  Some of it is serious, but most of it is silly.

1. The second year of teaching feels less like drowning and more like being awake while climbing a semi-familiar terrain. If that doesn’t completely make sense to you, welcome to my life as a second-year teacher. There are still some kinks to work out and late nights to endure.

First round of Sonnet Coffeehouse

2. Portabella mushrooms not only make for good burgers, but also make for amazing pizza “crusts”. You probably already knew this.

Pizza with basil-cashew cheese.
BBQ burger with a side of roasted plantains

3. You have to change your account information on Amazon when you get a new debit card in order to buy books on your Kindle. I know this seems intuitive, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt like we already had the technology for it to just happen magically. Perhaps it’s because I start 10th grade each year with a surplus of dystopian fiction. Anyway, I learned this lesson the hard way after buying A Million Little Ways by Emily Freeman for $1.99 a few weeks ago, but when I went to begin it a few nights ago, I realized that the order had been cancelled due to lack of payment. Because I had the wrong card linked up to my Kindle purchases. And now the book is back at $8.99. And this is the end of my tragic story.

4. If you haven’t heard, GILMORE GIRLS IS COMING TO NETFLIX! Well-played, Netflix. Well-played.

5. Sometimes, it takes a dying car, [almost] all of my friends moving away, evenings on the porch, and a few bleary-eyed moments at 4 AM to reveal some poor theology in my heart. As I read Job this month, I saw 2 things: 1. His comments from a dark yet understandable place, 2. His idea of how righteous living worked was fragmented in his grief. This communicates to me that it’s okay to have bad theology, as long as I allow God to reshape it as I see it. And sometimes that reshaping comes through uncertainty, loneliness, and exhaustion.


6. It is really easy and prudent to store stuff on the cloud. I am officially part of the 21st century. Shout out to my friend Brooke for convincing me that storing all of my school documents only on a little jump drive is unwise.

What have you learned?


Blog Reformat

Hello all! After months of abandonment, silence, and merciless food Instagrams with no recipes in the foreseeable future, I call out from the abyss of bloglessness. Can you hear me?

Because of my full-time and half a job of teaching, I have finally come to peace that I cannot maintain the blog in the way that I had originally planned. It’s true, I am a mere mortal. I’m still coming to grips with it too.

But that doesn’t mean that the blog is going away. It simply means that I’m reformatting how I do blogging.

I’ve shifted the main purpose of the blog and its schedule in order to make it sustainable for me and more enjoyable for you. There are things that I do in my day-to-day that I want to share, but before, I wasn’t quite sure how to fit it into the context of a food-centered blog. However, I don’t remember signing a contract with myself about the format of my blog being set in stone for the next 50 years, so I’ve reformatted it. Take that, self! Thus, instead of being food-centered, it will be life-centered with recipes appearing often. A switch, if you will.

So what should you expect?

1-2 posts a week with one of those posts being Saturday.
A (delicious) recipe every other week.

Pretty simple.

My non-recipe posts will come from what my heart is really after in blogging: sharing what I’m learning, how I’m learning, who I’m learning from. I will introduce you to the train station that is my current reading list, give you a peek into my 1000 gifts list regularly because I need more gratitude practice always, write odes to the finer things in life (Saturdays, coffee, bubble baths), and chat a little about how I’m still growing up.

As a teacher and lifelong student, I think learning is part of what makes life full, whole, and beautiful. So whether I’m learning how to make a homemade poptart (I can dream) or how to have peace in life’s transitional phases, feel free to peek in and try with me. I won’t tell anyone you took the last of the jelly filling for the poptart if you don’t tell anyone I said a swear word yesterday when I was really mad at life.