Who wouldn’t love a cheese waffle? The Chaffle is one egg and 1/2 cup finely shredded cheese. You can go on the internet for a plethora of variations and much prettier examples!
Sam was traumatized by the thunder/lightening storm that happened this week. I was traumatized by Sam. After a gentle reminder from the vet, “…she’s an older dog now”, we both powered through. Below is the look of worried anticipation.
Local Milk blog/instagram has become one of my favorites. Beautiful photos with cooking and inspirational videos.
La Roche-Posay Effaclar BB Blur mousse. My new fave go-to. It’s total coverage and you can’t feel it on your skin.
My latest Keto snack: almond flour tortillas lightly fried in butter, and topped with Stevia and cinnamon. I had to put on the brakes eating these. They were too good.
When confronted with rules, limits, boundaries, and hard lines, do we rage, fall asleep, disassociate, blame? Cry? Scream? Give up? Bang on our pans at 7 p.m.? All perfect responses. But then what do we do when the anger subsides, our tears dry up, and it’s 7:05 p.m. and we’re still quarantined and afraid, or sick, and alone?
The Buddha said, “Better to live one day seeing the rise and fall of things than to live a hundred years without ever seeing the rise and fall of things.”
What do we do when everything we use to distract ourselves from the fact of our impermanence is taken from us? Not because we signed up for a Zen retreat, but because of war or disease?
For a culture endlessly intrigued by mindfulness, and by the allure of being truly present, this is our moment. For once, there’s nowhere else to be.
by Bethany Saltman(you can find the full article on Goop)