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Comfort Food

I learned about life at my grandmothers feet

Stringing green beans and sorting dried black eyed peas.

My childhood was biscuits and gravy breakfasts

Fried bologna lunchs and pinto bean dinners.

My grandmother taught me that there aren't many things in life good food cant fix

And for those it can't you look to the people you can feed

Because where there's good food you can find good people.

So when anxiety has my heart in my throat

I push it down and pull my sleeves up

I fight it with the family arsenal

Corn bread, fat back, collard greens

I tell it that I'm too busy to worry

I've got three pans on the stove and hungry mouths to feed.

And yes, some days I'm too tired to eat

But in the south there is no such thing as going to bed hungry

So someone steps in with a plate full of comfort food.

And on those days I'm brought back to my grandmothers feet

Stringing green bean and sorting black eyed peas.

Then, suddenly, life doesn't seem quite so scary anymore.

Comfort Food

I learned about life at my grandmothers feet

Stringing green beans and sorting dried black eyed peas.

My childhood was biscuits and gravy breakfasts

Fried bologna lunchs and pinto bean dinners.

My grandmother taught me that there aren't many things in life good food cant fix

And for those it can't you look to the people you can feed

Because where there's good food you can find good people.

So when anxiety has my heart in my throat

I push it down and pull my sleeves up

I fight it with the family arsenal

Corn bread, fat back, collard greens

I tell it that I'm too busy to worry

I've got three pans on the stove and hungry mouths to feed.

And yes, some days I'm too tired to eat

But in the south there is no such thing as going to bed hungry

So someone steps in with a plate full of comfort food.

And on those days I'm brought back to my grandmothers feet

Stringing green bean and sorting black eyed peas.

Then, suddenly, life doesn't seem quite so scary anymore.

#spilled ink #poetry #spilled poetry #comfort food #my thoughts #southern literature #spoken poetry

libraford

Okay, so here’s the story about the pumpkins:

My friend got married yesterday and we missed the wedding because of work but we made it to the reception. Because its mid-September and the reception was in a nature center (awesome!) there was a little bit of a fall theme. Not overbearingly, but the tables all had these tiny pumpkins.

So they’re cleaning up at the end of it and we’re still hanging out because we haven’t seen these people in forever and we can talk until three in the morning when we get together. All of a sudden, the Maid of Honor hands us a tiny pumpkin.

“Take one.”

“Um… okay?”

“Take another.”

“….?”

“It is my duty as Maid of Honor to make sure that the guests leave with an uncomfortable number of tiny pumpkins.”

So it turns out that she’d gotten a bunch of them for a Halloween party last year and after the party was over her mom threw them into the compost heap thinking that would be the end of it. But what she didn’t seem to realize was that if you put pumpkins in a compost heap- it grows more pumpkins. It grows pumpkins exponentially. Serious mathematical anomaly pumpkins.

So this year she has even more tiny pumpkins and she figured it would be a good idea to have them as decor for the reception. BUT- she would still have to throw them out at the end of the day and no matter where you throw them you are doomed to have a ridiculous amount of tiny pumpkins growing SOMEWHERE at your fault.

So everyone left with at least two tiny pumpkins and that’s how we made friends with the Maid of Honor.

libraford

So I forgot about it and then the next morning I woke up and found these two tiny pumpkins in my purse and had a puzzling moment of ‘what?’

libraford

We were invited to the Maid of Honor’s house the other day so we could:

take some of the flowers off her hands

help with some post-wedding stuff

watch the presidential debate

play Clue for like three hours

drink a lot of booze.

And there are just… tiny pumpkins EVERYWHERE.

They were in the bathroom.

At the end of the night, I counted 26 tiny pumpkins, and that was just what I could see.

libraford

It happened again.

Three pumpkins ended up in my purse this time.

One of them has a face.

I need to stop drinking with this woman.

libraford

this is getting out of hand.

libraford

Okay so I finally had a day off and decided that the best way to handle the pumpkin situation was to eat them and muffins sounded fucking fantastic. But I found out really fast that most recipes call for a ‘can’ of pureed pumpkin and I don’t have a scale to go by. So I figured that I had six pumpkins, it would probably amount to something like one can, right?

Well… no.

It ended up being something like two and a half cans-ish. And that’s a really rough estimate. Turns out there’s a lot more meat on those things than you think there’d be. So I figured I could do something like double it and then make a half batch.

But then I ran out of sugar. I mis-measured the baking soda. I only had whole cloves, so I had to grind them down and had to estimate how much I needed. I couldn’t find the liquid measure.

I’m mixing up this giant bowl of pumpkin batter goo thinking shit shit shit this is going to be a mess. There’s no way anyone is going to be able to eat these things. And there’s no muffin cups. But I already made it this far and I’m stubborn as hell so in the oven they go.

I… kind of… forgot about them? Woops!

Place starts smelling like Yankee Candle and I’m like SHIT. Get over to the oven and…

they’re…

….somehow perfect?

Maybe a little dry, but they’re fucking delicious. Fucking magic pumpkins. Truly I am a witch.

So the moral of the story is that if life gives you tiny pumpkins, make them into muffins and give them right back.

Also roast the seeds because hell yeah.

libraford

Happy Halloween, everyone!

a-literal-swarm-of-bees

We’ve found her in real life guys

An actul fictional character in real life

she even baked with them

libraford

This is not the only evidence posed to me that I might, in fact, be a fictional character.

r3ditum

zevranai-deactivated20210407

i’m happy tom hardy is getting attention but i could do without the whole puppy-loving-flawless-angel persona that’s being created around him

because the day it gets out he said or did Something Bad i’ll have to watch my dash be flooded with reasons why i can’t love my favorite actor anymore just because y’all are incapable of appreciating someone without elevating them to god status and then needing to take it all back and demonize them instead when they turn out to be another one of those nasty flawed humans like the rest of us

prideprejudce

this post was made years ago but still applies today because i know for a fact yall freaks on here -especially the ones in the marvel fandom- will eventually fetishize this actor to the point where if he ever makes one (1) human mistake ill have to watch these fake woke blogs write 3k essays on why no can like him anymore and imma be real with yall,,, i’m not strong enough

bbycas-deactivated20190121

pls tell me im not the only one

feministism

kiwianaroha

She took up acting because the malnutrition she suffered under the nazis permanently damaged her health and prevented her from pursuing her dream to be a ballerina. During the war, she danced to raise money for the resistance - even though she was literally starving, she used what strength she had to make sure more nazis got shot.

neveria

She and her mom also denounced their royal heritage because of the Nazis in their family

antiracistfeministanarchy

Also Audrey was a humanitarian until her death, though ill with cancer, she continued her work for UNICEF, travelling to Somalia, Kenya, the United Kingdom, Switzerland, France and the United States.

abbeydoesthings

These are things I literally never would have known about. I’m tired of women being painted as just being pretty.

belleandwhistle

I’M SO HAPPY TO SEE HER AT AN OLDER AGE I SWEAR!

kittiesatemypronouns

Here’s another nice one.

witchaj

For the longest time I assumed she had died really young because I never saw any pictures of her at an older age. She was an amazing woman.

paper-mario-wiki

i’ll never get over the fact that there’s a movie called “snakes on a plane” and in that movie there’s a line that is, verbatim, “ive had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane”.

that is absolutely bonkers. that’s ridiculous. that’s like making a movie called “gators in the sewer” and having someone in the movie say “im getting really sick and tired of these fucking gators in the sewer”

mccoppinscrapyard

the funny part is that the alternate title was something mundane like “flight 93″ and samuel l. jackson made the director change it back to “snakes on a plane” bc he said it was the only reason he auditioned

ibroketuesday

oh my god, the youth have forgotten that there was a huge viral phenomenon when this movie was being filmed, where the internet got wind of the working title snakes on a plane, and a) demanded that title be made official, b) CAME UP WITH the line about these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane, and c) GOT THE LINE INCLUDED IN THE ACTUAL MOVIE

hellalambs

You forgot the part where three up and coming bands in the emo scene collaborated to write a song called Snakes On a Plane and filmed a music video of themselves smuggling snakes onto a plane, and it practically launched all of their careers.

throughshadow-to-the-edgeofnight

If you think for one second of my worthless life I have forgotten “Bring It (Snakes on a Plane)” released by Cobra Starship (2006) then you can think the fuck again