Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Weekly Obsession, July 29, 2014

Hey y'all so it's actually been two weeks since my last blog entry, I was out of town last Tuesday and didn't have my computer.  Anyway this week's obsession is CAKE!!!  I love it and literally crave it   at least five days of the week.  This past week I have had some great cakes and I want to tell you the simple story behind each slice(s).

Last week I went to Greensboro to visit some friends.  On Tuesday evening I went out to eat at this amazing Indian restaurant with a friend who treated me to dinner and dessert.  After dinner she took me to this cake boutique, Maxie B's, and her and I got her favorite cake.  The Brownstone Front Cake.  It's light chocolate cake with caramel icing and a hint of brown sugar and it is exquisite.  I couldn't believe I had lived in Greensboro for five years and had never even heard of this place!  But now I know and now I will likely go anytime I visit Greensboro.

(pic from their website)

Last Wednesday I spent a little (not nearly enough) time with a friend who lives in Winston Salem; he's a music teacher, but works other jobs one of which includes part time work at a Moravian bakery.  There is lots of Moravian stuff in Winston Salem.  Anyway, a few nights before I had told my roommate about how my friend worked at a Moravian bakery in Winston and she froze and asked if it was Dewey's Bakery, which apparently is kinda famous (oops, didn't know) and started gushing about their Moravian Sugar Cake.  My friend and I went to his job, Dewey's, and he treated me to six squares of Pink Lemonade Cake and some of that Sugar Cake!  I had never had pink lemonade cake and had been wondering what all the hype was about, but I totally get it now!  It's hard to describe other than saying it's like pink lemonade in cake form (duh), but not as sour.  The cake was a perfect punctuation for the next couple of nights of coming home from a long day of work.

(it's the one on top!)

My final cake story of the week is from Sunday night.  I was home from work and was literally daydreaming about cake.  I really wanted cake and was trying to figure out how I was going to satisfy that craving without having to leave my house, when my roommate walks in the door with a plastic container in her hand and big smile on her face.  She had been at her sister-in-law's birthday celebration and her sister-in-law had made her own birthday cake from scratch.  My roommate had brought me home a hefty slice: three layer chocolate pound cake, with raspberry filling, chocolate ganache, and butter cream icing!!!  Y'all, that cake was so damn sweet, I got about five little bites in and I couldn't handle anymore.  I was so excited that my cake dreams had come true I nearly cried.  That's just how much I love cake.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Weekly Obsession, July 19, 2014

Last night I saw Porgy and Bess with one of my best friends at the Belk Theater!  I grew up playing the music- Summertime, Bess, You Is My Woman Now, It Ain't Necessarily So-  and saw the opera for the first time in college for its 75th anniversary at Aycock Auditorium at UNCG, my Alma Mater.  I didn't think I'd cry because I've seen the opera, but I was holding back tears the whole time and the waterworks came at the end.  Ugly crying.  I'm so grateful to have been able to see this opera; it's so special to me.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Weekly Obsession, July 8, 2014

My weekly obsession is a favorite Tumblr (<that's my account, not the favorite one)account I follow.  A quick explanation of tumblr: it's a blog, but instead of just sharing written posts you can share your own and others pictures, links, thoughts, gifs, what have you.  I follow over 100 blogs that range from spoken word, recipes, (lots of) feminism, and White People Said What?

I don't even know how I found this blog, likely through some other one I follow, but it has quickly risen to the top as a favorite. Its description/bio reads: "This is a safe space for PoC to talk about our everyday experiences on racism in the many forms from blatant offenses to micro-aggressions. This is a space only for PoC. Not white people. Do not send in anything if you are white, this space is dedicated to us and only us."  At first I wasn't sure how much I liked the honesty of this blog (I kinda thought 'Oooh, you can't say that'), because it isn't common (at least in my life) to openly discuss what it means to be a PoC (Person of Color) in the USA (and other places), but the more I read from this blog, the more I felt safe and a kinship with the people submitting and creating these posts.  In the past week, they (the admins of the blog) have been calling for people to submit a 'side-eye selfie' with things people (likely white people) have said in regards to their race.  I can't even try to pick a favorite, but check out this page and all the other pages.  Just follow the damn blog; it's enlightening whether you're a PoC or not.  Some of the comments people have encountered and posted sound identical to ones I have grown up hearing, these comments have become so familiar to me I have ignored the ignorant, racist undertones and just become accustomed to always being asked and insulted with: "where are you from, no like WHERE are you from?; what are you?; why don't you sound black?; you're like an Oreo; is there some white in your family?...I knew there was some white in your family; I could tell there was some white in your family because your skin is so light (people who say this clearly have ZERO understanding of genetics); can I touch your hair?; which parent is white?; but your hair isn't nappy; *just straight up touches my hair with no permission*; you have a black girl ass, congrats; you're pretty, for a black girl; I forgot you were black until you started singing Beyoncé/any artist that's black; you listen to bluegrass (people who say this have no grasp on where bluegrass music comes from); you don't listen to [insert name of misogynistic rapper]? I'm blacker than you!; how do you feel about the word nigga/nigger?; is negro a bad word?; you sunburn?; you're a vegetarian, but you're black; do you date just black men?; you have an accent, where are you from?; you could pass as Latina (people who say this don't understand that's Latinos are not a race); you don't talk ghetto (not a language, but no I don't speak AAVE); ooo, you got good hair, you must be mixed; you're smarter than I thought you'd be; can you swim?  I heard black people can't swim; you're such an angry black woman; you know you love being the token/only black person in the group; you're way more polite than your people; you don't wash your hair everyday?!  Gross!; black people are dirty, but not you, you're different, you love dogs? I thought black people were scared of dogs."  I could literally go on for days.

I'm willing to put money (but not really because I don't gamble) on this, that you have said some of this stuff to any brown person you've felt comfortable enough with.  And I'm here to tell you to shut the hell up.  Please and Thank you.  I know some of these above questions really aren't that bad and that the only way people will learn is by honest inquiry, but being constantly reminded of one's brownness is something white people will likely never understand.  White people have the privilege of not constantly being made aware of their race, but PoC (in the US, at least) don't have that privilege, not yet at least.  I earnestly invite you to check out this blog, it can bring a lot of insight into what it's like for PoC to live in a world in which 'white is right.'

(here's my 'side-eye selfie')

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Weekly Obsession, July 2, 2014

Hey y'all, so I'm a day late, but it's my blog so I can do whatever I want.  Anyway, breakfast is this week's obsession.

Y'all breakfast is my favorite.  The possibilities are endless!  Eggs, fruit, pancakes, waffles, burritos, veggies, coffee, tea, water, biscuits...whatever the hell you want is game for breakfast.  Breakfast, to me is the most diverse meal and I enjoy it deeply.  The past couple of weeks I have been (more than normal) craving pancakes for breakfast, so I bought some pancake mix (because I was too lazy to buy the three ingredients it takes to make pancakes individually) and made pancakes.  This Sunday I made banana pancakes with cinnamon and nutmeg and they are splendid!

Every Wednesday there's this thing called Atherton Breakfast Club (search the hashtag on Instagram) in which these two guys make breakfast on a griddle and people come eat said breakfast.  Last week was my first time going and I had a great time eating and spending time with people I know and don't know.  I love that breakfast brings people together, but I guess food just does that in general.

Anyways, if you wanna find a shortcut through the labyrinth to my heart, make me breakfast.  It doesn't matter what time of day it is, it just matters that it's (vegetarian) breakfast.

(that's soy bacon, fyi)