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[Some content is possibly triggery, particularly concerning LGBT issues and rape. Also, there might be an unpleasant metaphor/word or two.  This is not a charming post.]

[It is also not a very organized post.  Given the topic, maybe that’s appropriate. Maybe it’s best to think of it as a post in progress.]

It’s hard to find a church where doubt is welcome.  By doubt, I mean anything from “I’m not sure what to make of that verse” to “I’m not sure I believe in God anymore.” And by welcome, I don’t mean “Let us know your doubt so that we can squash it with scripture and a super intense prayer meeting and all be really disappointed in you when that doesn’t immediately work.” Don’t get me wrong – I’m not opposed to scripture or super intense prayer meetings.  I just don’t think that’s always (read: hardly ever) the best way to approach doubt.

Doubt must be voiced.  Voicing doubt is not necessarily stirring up contention or starting an argument; it might just be an invitation to explore more deeply. Voicing doubt is not necessarily the absence of faith; in fact, it might be an expression of faith.  Voicing doubt might be the child that asks the repeating “Why?” – might be curiosity and wonder instead of rebellion and angst.  Voicing doubt also might be rebellion and angst, but as anyone who has raised (or been) a teenager can attest, that, too, is a natural part of development.

And some things really deserve our rebellion.

Doubt is normal.

Disagreement is the not the same thing as doubt, but sometimes the church treats it like it is.  The main difference I have had with the (Protestant, evangelical, Bible Belt) churches I’ve attended is the way we read the Bible.  Most of the churches of which I’ve been a part take a pretty linear, literal reading of the Bible.  And that would be fine as long as this viewpoint didn’t come with a side helping of “my opinion is the truth, and you are in rebellion, deceived, or insert your phrase of choice for ‘not as real a Christian as the rest of us’ here.”

I don’t have a lot of problems with Jesus.  Oh, I have words with Jesus.  We wrestle and fight over things.  Sometimes, he’s not so talkative.  I think he likes to vacation a lot.  But I am lucky in that I seldom ever come away from hashing things out with Jesus feeling like an outsider.

I wish I could say the same of his church.

What inspires doubt in me? Other Christians who require me to believe that what God speaks to them is truer and more important than what God speaks to me.  On a good day, I just doubt the requirement.   I doubt the hell out of that.  On a good day, I call bullshit on the tyranny of needing to agree, and I go on with my day. But on a bad day – on a day when maybe Jesus hasn’t seemed to be around a lot lately – I need to be able to trust the people around me not to treat me like a project or a pariah. When my Advocate is silent, I need his church to rally around me, even if we don’t agree.

Dear church, I will be the first to say that if linear is the way your mind works, and that’s what moves you and guides you through your course in life, and if you find God that way – great.  Even if I disagree with your interpretation, I will try to understand where you are coming from. I will probably voice my disagreement, especially if you seem a little too gleeful for my comfort about the whole Bible-as-sword metaphor, but I can admit my bias – that it comes from being run through with the Good Book more times than I care to recall and so my skittishness is about that, not you. I will neither state nor imply that you are less of a Christian just because you disagree with me or do things differently than the way I do them, because I affirm that the Word of God – that is, Jesus Christ – is alive and well and can use his scriptures as he sees fit even when it makes me uncomfortable. I am happy to affirm you finding God in whatever way possible.

But if we’re going to be in fellowship, I’m gonna need you to reciprocate.

I’ve noticed that the Bible reads differently to me than it does to many of the people around me.  When I was younger and I heard someone say, “The Bible clearly says…” I would wonder if we had different Bibles.  Did I have an outdated version?  Did I need to upgrade? Because the Bible I was reading didn’t seem to be clear about many things.

River Tam understands me.

As I got older, I realized that I just wasn’t reading it the same way. My mind doesn’t seem to be able to fit God into anything linear and clear-cut.  It’s not that I don’t believe the Bible or that I don’t think the Bible is true.

It’s just that I believe that fact and truth are different words.

What if for me the Bible isn’t an instruction manual but rather a great work of literature – a story and a song – an allegory for God’s complicated love affair with humanity?

What if for me the Bible isn’t a book of answers but rather a book that inspires questions?

What if the hard stories in the Bible aren’t God telling us what he did – a divine tweet ending with #sorrynotsorry or #idowhatiwant – but rather God poking the bear, awakening our outrage at injustice?

– What if the tragic story of Lot’s daughter is not a story about how it’s so wrong to be gay that it would be better for your virgin daughter to be raped and murdered than to let your guests engage in gay sex(yes, a pastor actually said this from the pulpit…I could not run out of there fast enough) but rather God – a God who sees her and mourns her – telling and re-telling her story for as long as there is a Bible in print to be read?

– What if the story of Bathsheba is not about how God can use someone like David even though he was a murderer and an adulterer (as long as he repents and feels really, really bad about it, of course), or at least, not just about that – but rather God saying, “Hey, this woman was treated like property, and by someone who was called a man after my own heart – what do you think about that? Does that make you angry?  And if not, well…shouldn’t it?”

–  What if Job isn’t about a God who is so glory-hungry that he destroys everything in the life of his most faithful follower just to prove his dick is bigger than Satan’s but rather about how (not) to respond to a friend in pain and grief?

What if I read the Bible in a way that doesn’t make God out to be the villain instead of the savior?

What if sitting under a big, blue sky, not saying a word, is holy prayer? What if I’m far less worried than you think I should be about falling into worshipping the creation rather than the Creator? What if one thing I do see clearly is the difference between praying to and praying through? Are you willing to believe that I see it even if you don’t? Are you willing to acknowledge God’s right to speak to me as God sees fit, even if it’s not the same way (or even the same thing) God speaks to you?

Do you assume if my path is made of unevenly placed stepping stones masked by the fog of mystery instead of a neatly kept suburban sidewalk that it will all fall apart?

What if it does?

Will you still be around?

Can I trust you, church? Will I ever be able to trust you? Or are you just here to validate my doubt?

I’m linking up with other bloggers on the subject of doubt.  Join us by clicking the button below.

Doubt

This week, I tackle the kitchen.

Confession – I don’t love my kitchen.  It’s so small, and there’s not quite room enough for all my things.  But Joy the Baker can work in a tiny kitchen, so I know that usefulness is possible.  It’s so much work.  There is a reason that my weekly maintenance plan includes daily kitchen time.  So.  Much.  Work.

This week is about deep cleaning (I might actually move the stove out and clean, because it is probably super funky behind there) and making it more user-friendly.

First, I want to give you an idea of what we’re working with.  My kitchen is a galley kitchen.  There is actually an impressive amount of cabinet space for how short this particular galley is.

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This is the stove side of the kitchen.  I would like to pretend that this is a particularly messy day.  I would like to blame The Great Egg Fiasco for this picture(you know what one of the messiest things in the world just might be?  When you crack what you think is a hard boiled egg and it turns out to be soft boiled, and this violates your expectations so of course egg yolk goes everywhere.  Vegans, 1.  Ovo-folk, 0.).  The truth is that this is better than my kitchen usually looks.  Hidden in that corner is my toaster oven, which I might use more often than my actual oven.  His name is Theodore.

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This is what the inside of that cabinet looks like.  There are usually bowls on the left side on the second shelf, but we just had pasta the night before, so all the bowls were dirty when this picture was taken. On account-a I’m short as hell, I can reach the first shelf and almost to the back of the second if I stretch or I’m wearing heels (maybe Donna Reed was actually onto something?).  This is why the step stool pictured above stays in a  perpetual state of readiness.

The cabinet below the counter is where all my cookware goes.

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This is the coffee nook.  It has potential, but it seems to be lacking something.  The cabinet above it has more coffee mugs than any one person should ever own.  I might weed a few out.  Might.  I make no promises.  I have attachment.

The cabinet below holds mixing bowls and miscellaneous appliances, such as the popcorn air popper, casserole dishes, larger measuring cups, etc.

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This is the sink side of the kitchen.  This is not the most interesting picture I could have taken, but I decided that you didn’t need to see a sink full of dirty bowls.  The refrigerator is bad enough.  All those scraps of paper are recipes that I tacked up there for ease of use but never took down. I did not take a picture of the inside of the fridge, because you might cry.  It’s so bad.  I kind of want to cry, just thinking about it.

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This is the shelf space above the sink and what passes for a pantry in my kitchen.  It stays fairly well organized but there’s clearly something weird happening on the bottom left. The lower cabinet on this side (not pictured) holds baking stuffs – assorted flours, sugar, baking soda, etc.

And finally…

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This is my kitchen overflow area, because I have too many things to fit in the microscopic kitchen. I have re-purposed the chest of drawers/armoire thing because I have more kitchenware than clothes.  I dream of the day when I have a decent-sized kitchen (and more room in the bedroom or closet) again and can use this piece of furniture for important things like shoes.

So that’s the situation.

Here’s what I want to do about it:

1. Switch the cabinets.

  • Current plate and glass cabinet – most of the pantry, including spices and baking  supplies.  The rest of the pantry items (such as unopened flours, sugars, excess canned goods) will go in the white cabinet under the microwave, and some of the more aesthetically pleasing items (such as jars of beans, popcorn, etc.) will go on the black shelf behind the microwave.
  • Current pantry – plates and glasses or serving pieces
  • Armoire – plates and glasses or serving pieces
  • Current baking cabinet – baking apparati (stoneware, pie plates, tart pans, etc.) and food storage items.
  • Coffee nook upper cabinet – still with mugs but hopefully clearing out enough space to hold the tea and packaged coffee stash.
  • Staying the same but maybe getting a cleaning out – lower cabinets under the coffee nook and Theodore and all the drawers.

2.  CLEAN.  Leave no inch unwashed.  This applies doubly to the refrigerator (which is currently so gross that it might actually require a double cleaning).

3. Get rid of things that I don’t really use and don’t really want. I expect that this will be a big pile.  I expect that this will be exciting and that the telling of it will involve many exclamation points.

That’s the plan this week.  Tune in next weekend for the exciting recap!

 

This week, I thought for sure that my CD collection was going to be the death of me.

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There it is, hiding behind pictures in those orange boxes and in the nice, sleek black boxes.  It looks so small and innocent.

But oh, the humanity!

First, it took two hours – two! – just to alphabetize them.  I sat on my hard floor for two and a half episodes of Buffy. When I got up, my knee did that old-woman crack thing.  I’m pretty sure that’s why my knee was puffy and numb for the next few days.

Then my puffy knee and I went traipsing all about Denton looking for three more boxes to house the CD collection and give it some room to grow.  Easy, right?  No big deal.  Just go to the store and get boxes.

*blinks*

An epic quest featuring Target, Anna’s Linens, every thrift store in town, every dollar store and variations thereof in town, Tuesday Morning, Hobby Lobby, Big Lots, and Bed, Bath, and Beyond ended in failure.  Yes, even Hobby Lobby – the land of ten thousand boxes – was a disappointment. Every box that was short enough was too wide for the shelf.  Every box that was thin enough was too short for the shelf. The one box  – ONE! – that I found that fit my size parameters was made of wood, had a weird glass top that would have made placing anything on top of it impossible, and cost $30.  No, thank you. Apparently, people don’t like to put CDs in boxes and cover them with a lid, because no store in town sells such a thing.  To me, covering them up with a lid seems like the whole point of putting them in a box to begin with, but I am clearly in the minority.

This quest took three and a half hours.  Puffy knee was not amused.

I came home and found exactly what I needed on Amazon.  At that moment, I didn’t care about Amazon allegedly ruining the publishing industry (I tried to find an article to share with you just now that explains what I mean by that, but I’m just too tired from organizing all those damn CDs to deal with other people’s rants.  I encourage you to Google it, though. And do try to shop locally.  /public service announcement). I immediately ordered three of those bad boys.  I ordered them Friday evening, and I received them today.  It took two minutes, and it saved me from having to take a trip to IKEA (where I bought the orange ones), a trip which would have inevitably happened during rush hour or – worse – on a Saturday, after which I cannot promise that I would not have committed a terrible crime if said trip ended up being fruitless, too.  Amazon saves lives, y’all.

Trying to organize CDs took up almost all the time I had for the entryway this week.  Trying to organize CDs is the reason that I did not get the following things done:

  • Organizing inbox/outbox
  • Putting up pictures by the mirror
  • Fixing the door/arranging a time to have door fixed
  • Finding a non-trashy way to block the breeze where the sad door falls short
  • Washing the carpet dots
  • Mounting the coat rack
  • Decluttering the under-table area
  • Buying an cabinet for bar supplies
  • Deep-cleaning the floorboards and moving furniture to vacuum under/behind it

I’m going to try to incorporate some of these tasks in the weeks ahead if I finish those weeks early.  So I am not giving up on those tasks.

But let’s not focus on that.  Let’s focus on what I DID get done:

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  • Took out the trash instead of piling it by the door
  • Put the crock pot up where it belongs
  • Moved the random rod from the corner by the door and move the mirrored name thing from the corner between the entry table and the shelf

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  • Cleared off the entryway table a little.  Took things back to the library.
  • Reorganized the shelf, which included putting all the DVDs and videos in the cabinet under the television, finding a shelf to make the espresso cup display multi-level (and super cute), adding fresh flowers and the random jars of wine corks I have hanging around, moving some of the things from the writing nook shelf so that there’s more room for books there…
  • AND I ORGANIZED THE CD COLLECTION.

All in all, it was a somewhat successful (albeit frustrating) week.

Tomorrow will bring the introductory post for the kitchen.  Lord, have mercy.

I love this May.  May is usually crazy and full of transition.  And this one was, too, to an extent.  But the weather has been unseasonably cool and gorgeous:

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And my day job is Summer Housing (i.e., working with college students) instead of Summer Conferences (i.e., working with minors…who…I’m sure it’s different when they’re your own…but working with other people’s children makes me never want to find out).  So I had a fantastic May and a fantastic start to summer.

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How May makes me feel. This cat understands me.

Here’s what I’m into this month:

To write:

I started my Getting it Together series on the blog.  I am enjoying the food.  I am tolerating the cleaning.  My entryway is giving me fits.  I hope the rest of the rooms aren’t this much of a struggle.

My favorite post that I wrote this month was Badger. It was good to talk about it, and I think I was fair enough.  It’s hard to be fair when you’re telling your side of the story.

To read:

Summer (and perhaps my Getting It Together project) have me dreaming up food ideas and being drawn to ideas that others have dreamed up.  So I read cookbooks and foodie memoirs and foodie fiction even more than usual.

There are not many books that I read and then need to go immediately and buy because I can’t stand the thought of being without it.  A Homemade Life by Molly Wizenberg is one such book.  This is my favorite book that I’ve read this year. It’s a treasure.  And arugula salad with dark chocolate bits?  Pretty much the best idea ever.

I also read Keepers by Kathy Brennan and Caroline Campion.  Most of the book is meat-intensive, which I am not, but I will end up buying it for the sauces alone. I’m a sucker for a sauce.

To watch:

I have continued my obsession with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I will probably end up buying it by the end of the summer.  Such great characters.  Such amazing one-liners.

I have also watched Chocolat four times.  Because chocolate.  And France.  And Johnny Depp. I will probably watch it four more times before I return it to the library.  Because I checked out the book, so I’ll need to watch it again after I finish the book.  NEED.

To hear:

I’ve been writing and scheduling posts for What Not to Say, so I’ve been listening to my WNTS station on Spotify. Maybe not safe for work, depending on your workplace.

To eat:

May has been DELICIOUS.  As part of my Getting It Together series, I’m going through some of Mom’s recipes, so May has tasted like my childhood.  There was cavatini (which is basically pasta, sauce, ground beef, pepperoni, and cheese, all in one glorious dish), chicken salad, and sausage balls. I’ve also made a couple of loaves of beer bread, which makes fantastic toast for breakfast. Food at my house has been so good that I haven’t even wanted to go out, which is unusual for me, but it was a nice change.

 

We’re gathering at Leigh Kramer’s blog to talk about what we’re into – join us!

Blog Tour

It’s the day after I created my writer page on Facebook, so this is a good time for a blog tour!  I was tagged*cough*forever ago*cough* by Andi Cumbo-Floyd, the mastermind behind Andilit.  She leads our Online Writing Community and lives and works, along with her husband Philip, on God’s Whisper Farm (look at the goats!!!).  She also wrote a fantastic book called The Slaves Have Names that everyone should buy and read.

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One day, and already 51 likes.  I feel like Sally Field:

Anyway…on to the tour…

Upon what are you working?

I have two major projects going right now, and I hope to have the manuscripts for both completed by the end of the year.

The first is a work of fiction called Fishbowl.  Fishbowl was a NaNoWriMo project from a few years ago that was meant to just be a novella or a series of short stories.  Then I fell in love with the main characters and couldn’t stop writing about them.  I still can’t stop.  I have most of the chapters mapped out (which is unusual for me – I’m a big ol’ pantser), and I should have at least a full first draft finished by late September.

The second is What Not to Say.  It started as a series of rants when I was blogging on livejournal, and it has taken on a life of its own.  Now it has its own blog, and I am hoping to eventually make it a community project, because my single life experience, vast as it might be, is still only one person’s experience, and there’s a lot more to say out there than what I can say.  It might be a really big book.  Maybe with several volumes.

I also have a couple of exciting things going on in this blog space, as well as another one on the horizon.

This summer, I have taken on a project called Getting It Together.  I want to take advantage of the extra time I have with my lighter work schedule and get into some good habits, like cooking regularly (instead of driving through Whataburger five times a week) and keeping the apartment clean and organized (so that I can have company over without having to devote the entire day prior to the event feverishly making it presentable).  I am on Week Three.  It’s been both easier and harder than I imagined it would be.

I love good coffee – this surprises no one.  I also love road trips.  I don’t always get good coffee when I go on road trips, though.  So I’m in cahoots with my good friend Stefanie from Coffee2Conversation to remedy this situation.  We are both hosting a Coffee Shop Road Trip Series, so if you have a great local shop that you would love to highlight, send me a submission (your own blog space not required)!  In September, I will be launching a similar series on restaurant/bars, because I love supporting local places, even when I’m traveling.

How does your work differ from others in the genre?

I’m not sure yet where Fishbowl fits into the general fiction genre. The main character is telling the story after his death, so I guess that’s unusual.  I am fighting the urge to insert my own musings about what happens after one dies into it and trying to let Bob just figure it out as he goes. I think that makes the story stronger than it would be if I were trying to Get A Point Across.  Marketing for the book will probably include a disclaimer and reminder that this is a work of fiction, so do not email me if Bob’s experience doesn’t fit your personal beliefs or philosophy. I’m very protective of Bob, and I am likely to respond accordingly.  Also…fiction.

What Not To Say is different from what I’ve read in the rant/advice genre in that there is hope infused into the angst. It’s not a you’re-a-terrible-person/friend-and-this-is-why manifesto.  Its purpose is to mend bridges rather than burn them. There’s a fine line between confrontation and condemnation, so I am being quite needy with my editors to make sure I stay on the confrontation side.

Why do you write what you write?

This blog is a place for me to use my own voice.  I think it’s important to have a space to do that whenever one is writing fiction.  It makes it easier to compare the two to see if it’s really my characters talking (good)  or if I’m just using them to channel my own voice (not good). I will tell personal stories occasionally or respond to something going on in the news or on the Internet (although my mulling process usually takes so long it’s not really news anymore by the time I write about it).  But mostly, I’m talking about my everyday life.  I also participate in link-ups and synchroblogs, because one of my favorite things about blogging is the potential to interact with others in the blogosphere.

I write fiction because I love reading fiction.  My most precious dream is that someday I will meet someone who tells me that Fishbowl is their favorite book.  Okay, I’ll settle for being ONE of their favorites (but if we’re being real here – I really want to be THE favorite).

I write What Not to Say because of the time-honored advice to write what you know. I know being single.  I know it way more than I would like to know it.  I have things to say about it, and I want to hear what others from all levels of single experience have to say about it.

How does your writing process work?

I have to write every day, or I fall out of the habit.  And then it’s a month later, and my works in progress are no longer than they were the previous month.  I try to write for at least an hour a day.  For a while, I tried to get up an hour early and write, but those hours started to look like a sad girl clutching a coffee cup and staring hopelessly into a blank screen with the cursor blinking mockery at her. Morning person, I am not.

So now I write in the evening.  Most days, writing starts around 8:00 p.m., after I have had time to get home, eat supper, and take care of all the things that I “need” to do and that I would use as an excuse not to write.  On teaching nights or nights when I have plans with friends, however, writing starts closer to 10:30 p.m. It makes for a late bedtime, but I’m willing to miss sleep for my craft. And really, I’m a night owl, so I don’t usually fall asleep before midnight anyway, whether I’m writing or not.  Might as well be writing.

I write quickly, but I edit slowly.  So I can churn out a first draft as fast as lightning.  Then it will be a week before I’m satisfied enough with it to let anyone else see it.  Editors are usually seeing – at minimum – a third draft.

 

Now the way this is supposed to work is that I am to tag other bloggers.  But it took me so long to do it, I’m pretty sure most of them have already answered these questions.  And some of them might not want to.  So no pressure – just free press – but feel free to answer these questions if you want and comment with the link to your post.  And go read Michelle Woodman, JoAnne Silvia, Jennifer Seay, Sharry Miller, and Stefanie Goodman.

On this week’s installment of the Coffee Shop Road Trip, Jennifer Seay is back with another reason I need to visit Las Vegas – Inspire News Café.  And basically the whole downtown area.  I am ecstatic to include a post that touches on my favorite things – coffee, tea, books, and shoes (or at least a company that sells shoes).  Enjoy!

Something about the day said “Get up! Get out!” So, I did. And, while that may or may not have been a mistake, here I am. Back when Suzanne first posted about the Coffee Shop Road Trip there were two spaces that came to mind. The first was within ten minutes of my house. The second was Inspire – which is where I am now.

Downtown Las Vegas was just about the last place I ever would’ve thought of to put a coffee house, but that was a little over a year ago before Tony Hsieh (all of those letters phonetically form “Shay”) decided to make downtown his project – aptly named the Downtown Project. See, Mr. Hsieh is one of the creators and the CEO of Zappos and if you don’t know what that is – you haven’t been shopping for shoes on the intertubez. So, long story short – he has more money than … someone with a lot of money … and he’s actually giving back to his community. How … revolutionary!

Inspire News Cafe

Inspire was made possible by the Downtown Project – as many things have been since Mr. Hsieh came to town – and the coffee itself may be forgettable (It’s Illy coffee) but the space is great and there is plenty of character to go around. My 16 oz cup of Earl Grey tea cost $3.00 and there are no foodstuffs for purchase, but here at Inspire it really does seem to be about the environment. There are magazines – local magazines – lining the walls. There are national magazines, too, but I was impressed by how many local publications there are. A free wi-fi passcode came with my tea which allowed me to be interrupted by a rather disturbing request from a friend – disturbing in that it was non-specific which usually means I’m about to let myself get railroaded, but that’s a personal problem…

Off to one side is something that looks like a Xerox and, in fact, it is, but it is so much more than a photocopier. This machine is the Espresso Book Machine. It will print and bind your book (or any book in their catalog, which includes anything in Project Gutenberg, among other things) in minutes… as an aspiring writer this machine has a huge hold on me. I want to give them my file and watch it become a reality, but I know I have lots of editing to do – I’m mired in editing right now. And avoidance of said editing, but again – personal problem!

There are lots of choices for seating including a wooden, theatre style, tiered area with pillows to use. I sat at a table in the corner that had a bench seat on the wall and a chair across the table. There were also couches in the center that were occupied on and off by people having discussions – probably of business related to downtown…

Along with anything in downtown Las Vegas comes the local wildlife – in this case a gentleman on the street yelling about how much he hated Chicago, he was quite creative with the way he interspersed colorful metaphors into his tirade. Few people in the shop took much notice, so this must be a semi-regular occurrence.  Also – parking – it is on street and you have to pay, but it’s not bad at all. $1.00 per hour with a two-hour time limit.

While you’re here I highly recommend the Container Park, which is a mall built out of shipping containers – the metal shipping containers used by companies to move freight whether by road, rail, or water. All of the businesses in the Container Park are local, small business start-ups. Most of them are heavily subsidized by the Downtown Project – at least to get started and then as they grow they become more independent. It is just a couple of blocks away on Fremont Street.

This wasn’t meant to become a love letter to Tony Hsieh, but the man certainly deserves a really big cookie for everything he’s done for downtown Las Vegas. If he aspired to be mayor, I’d vote for him.

As for Inspire – the hook here is the environment, not the coffee. I enjoyed it. I’d come back again if I were in downtown. Is it worth a special trip to downtown? For me, yes – at least this once, but I’m a ‘satisfy my curiosity’ kind of person. Is it worth it to get a taxi from the Strip? Hmmm… probably not, unless you want to check out that cool book-bindery Xerox machine thingy. Is it worth it to stop in if you’re already checking out the Fremont Street scene? Yes. Absolutely.

 

Where: Inspire News Café, 501 Fremont Street, Las Vegas, Nevada 89101

Phone:  (702) 910-2388

Location: The Southeast corner of Las Vegas Boulevard and Fremont Street

Parking: Street. Pay the meter. The meters take coins or credit cards.

Hours: Monday – Saturday 9am to 7pm for the Café and 10 am to 7pm for the Book Machine

 

Jennifer grew up in the southeastern United States eating dirt and drinking goat’s milk. She wrote her first story when she was six years old titled “The Cats in the Carillon.” It was approximately 200 words and had three sequels. Her current piece is approximately 100,000 words and the main character is not a cat. She lives in Las Vegas, Nevada with her husband and two furry editors. She burbles about her book, cats, and life at mercurialforte.wordpress.com.

Because I knew this week would be a short week but also a work intensive week (y’all – it took me two hours to alphabetize my CDs last night.  Nothing was in its correct case. Nightmarish.), I did my cooking on Saturday when I just so happened to have people over for brunch.

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The menu (in addition to copious amounts of cheap champagne mixed with various assorted nectars, of course):

1.  Mom’s Sausage Balls

I grew up in Texas, so I have never been to a potluck where there were no sausage balls.  And I can’t remember a moment in my childhood when they weren’t magically hiding in a Ziploc bag in the freezer.  These little glories freeze beautifully, both pre- and post-cooking, but I have yet to make a batch big enough that I felt compelled to freeze them instead of just baking them all and keeping them in the fridge to snack on for a few days.  I don’t do this often, though – I would be the size of a house.  Health food, they are not.

The real beauty of this recipe is that you just can’t mess it up.  You mix three ingredients, roll them into 1-inch balls, and bake them at 350-375 for 20 minutes.

It doesn’t even really seem to matter how much of each ingredient you use.  Mom uses half a pound of sausage, four cups of grated cheddar, and two heaping cups of baking mix (she uses Bisquick but you can also make your own).  I used a whole pound of sausage, a large log of goat cheese (DO IT…SO GOOD!), and three scant cups of baking mix. You can look all over the Internet for recipes, and most of them will have slightly different measurements.  If it sticks together enough to roll into a ball, it will work.

2.  Vegan Mini-Cinnamon Rolls

I originally chose this recipe for its adorableness, but with a few minor tweaks, I was happy to discover that it can also be vegan.  I didn’t think it was possible until I was reading the crescent roll label at the grocery store, trying to figure out just how many pills I would have to take to partake of them.  Zero.  Zero pills.  The original Pillsbury Crescent Roll is lactose-free.  So I did a little digging, because lactose-free dough sometimes means vegan, and although PETA does give the disclaimer at the bottom that it was probably processed in non-vegan ways, it lists the product itself as “accidentally vegan.”  If it passes PETA’s standards, I guess it passes mine (although if I were to go all-out vegan, I would be one of those religious kind of vegans who grinds my own sugar and never eats processed foods, just in case, which – i.e., my commitment to laziness – is at least part of the reason that I have yet to go all-out vegan).  If you are a religious kind of vegan, you can also make your own crescent roll dough pretty easily, although I would totally sub coconut oil for the canola oil, because DELICIOUS.

To veganize the recipe in the link above, you brush the dough with coconut oil instead of butter and use coconut milk instead of regular milk in the glaze.  If you use full-fat coconut milk, it will be so creamy you’ll want to roll around in it.  And I’m using maple syrup in every glaze I ever make from now on, because that was fantastic.

3.  Farmers’ Market Veggie Frittata

Frittata – another thing that’s hard to mess up.  Full disclosure – the only things from the Farmers’ Market I used in this recipe were the tomatoes. The shredded potatoes and spinach were totally frozen.  Organic…but frozen. You can use any vegetable you want, though, and fresh is better for this recipe.

  1. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
  2. Take some eggs.  I like to make a lot at a time, particularly if I’m feeding other people, and I own that big ass skillet in the picture, so I use a full dozen. If you are using a smaller-than-twelve-inch-deep-dish skillet, I recommend using fewer eggs.  Then again, I like a frittata where egg is not necessarily the star, so if want more of an egg focus and you use fewer additional ingredients, you can probably get away with a dozen eggs in a smaller skillet.  It just all has to fit when it goes into the oven.
  3. Whisk the eggs and season them generously with salt and pepper and any other seasoning you like (a healthy dash of herbs de Provence medley – marjoram, summer savory, thyme, rosemary, lavender – is nice). Set aside.
  4. Heat a dollop of oil on the skillet and add crushed garlic (two-ish minutes on medium heat). Add whatever vegetables you are using – washed and chopped, of course – to the skillet and toss them around for a little bit (3-4 minutes).
  5. Pour the eggs over the warmed vegetables. Stir gently a couple of times in the first minute, but then let it sit for a few more to set the bottom of the frittata.
  6. Put the skillet in the oven and bake until the frittata sets completely.  Mine usually takes about 15-20 minutes, but the time will vary wildly depending on a number of factors, such as how long you kept it on the stove, how warm the vegetables were when you poured the eggs in the skillet, how crispy you want the edges, etc. Just make sure you keep it in the oven until you can press down on the center without it being wobbly.

And now, a word about adjustments:

I’m only three weeks into the project, and my refrigerator and freezer are bursting with leftovers.  I have shared at least two meals a week with other people.  I even brought Cavatini leftovers to leave in the fridge at work for the summer RAs to have, because I can’t finish them all.  I have so much food it is taking over other people’s refrigerators.

I know.  There are worse problems to have.  But when the novelty of raining leftovers down on all my people wears off (which, if the past is any indication, will happen in about two more weeks), there could be a lot of food that goes to waste if I don’t scale back a bit.

So I’m scaling back by playing it by ear.  I will keep my three main categories – Mom’s recipes, vegan recipes, and farmers’ market recipes – but if Mom’s recipe makes eleventy dozen meals (and a lot of them do – we were a family of four, and she’s also a fan of leftovers), I will either skip one of the other categories that week or combine them.

Also, that bread business?  Let’s scale that back to a couple of loaves every other week, or just when I need it.  Bread takes up a lot of space in my tiny freezer, and I do not eat a loaf a week. Apparently, my planning self thinks that I have a brood of children I’m feeding.  But my freezer begs to differ.

Week 3 – Welcome

This week, in addition to the cooking habit (which I will update tomorrow) and the cleaning habit (which is working far better than I ever imagined it would – YAY!), I will be focusing my deep cleaning and organizing mojo on the entryway.  When I was planning the schedule, I thought, “Oh, the entryway would be the perfect room to work on during my short week.  It doesn’t have a lot of work that needs to be done on it.” When I was taking the before pictures on Saturday, I thought, “I feel cheat-y – this looks pretty good, on account-a I just had people over this morning.”

Then I looked at the pictures again a minute ago, and I do not feel cheat-y anymore.  Even in its relatively-put-to-place state, this area needs a lot of work. This post might get long.

For the purposes of this project, I am considering the entryway to be the door area, the mail table and the shelves beside it, the dining table, and the little area where the table goes when the Christmas tree is up.

First – the shelves –

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The original purpose:

  • to hold movies and CDs
  • to hold the clock/radio/CD player
  • to display adorable coffee/tea/serving pieces that don’t fit in the kitchen

What I want to change:

  • I hate the CDs and movies out on display.  I’m going to move the movies to the TV cabinet (where, according to logic, they should be anyway).  I am also going to scour thrift stores for small CD cases and use the sleeves to alphabetize my CDs in the orange boxes (hidden behind the coffee plaques) so I can get rid of all the hideous jewel cases. I might also have to buy more boxes.
  • I want to find a little shelf to double up and consolidate the espresso cups on one shelf.
  • As the clock radio is my only CD player in the house, it gets to stay, but I’m moving some of the coffee plaques I have elsewhere in the house to hide it.
  • Main goal – create a little more shelf space for various other items taking up space around the apartment so that I have more room for things that don’t fit there.

Next, the entryway table/main area:

IMG_0153 Feel free to bask in the gorgeousness of this table.  I’ll wait.

The original purpose of this area:

  • To organize all the things I tend to drop when I walk in – keys, umbrella (in the orange pail by the door), mail, etc.
  • To store bar glasses (inside the table) and wine (the sadly empty swirly thing in the corner)
  • To sort mail so that it doesn’t become a monster that eats my house

What I want to change:

  • I want to distinguish between inbox and outbox in the mail file.
  • I want to put up some small pictures that I had in my room when I was a little girl in the blank space beside the mirror to un-blah that white space.

The doorway:

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Instead of original purpose (as it is evident that I didn’t actually have one), I am going to tell you what’s going on here:

  • Towels around the door work as a buffer to keep out hot or cold air (whichever one I’m trying to combat, according to the season), insects, and all the smoke from the neighbors who don’t seem to understand that smoke does not recognize a closed door as something designed to keep it out and thus will just seep right in, particularly when one is smoking directly in front of said door, directly below said door, or really, anywhere within 10 feet of said door. Super-smeller problems.
  • A sad door in a shoddily crafted building next to a site that was under construction (read: shaky ground) for a year and a half.  The door does not really fit the door frame, so the bottom latch and lock only work sporadically (better in the summer than in the winter, for some reason).  When people come in to fix things, I need them to lock the deadbolt when they leave in order to insure that my house stays locked, so I leave them a helpful reminder.
  • Orange dot carpets.  Super cute, but they need to be washed often more often than they get washed.
  • That box is just straight up trash.
  • Crock pot was used, and that’s where the most readily available plug in the house was.  Then it was washed…and it stayed there.

What I want to change:

  • All.  The.  Things.
  • Ultimately, fix the door.  I can fix the deadbolt latch easily enough, but I need to call in the apartment maintenance crew to fix the huge gap under the door. This might not happen by the end of the week, however, because although they have a key and have every right to enter the apartment when I’m not there, they seem to want me to be there when they are working on something, and because I work full-time during the day, this significantly limits our time frame – hence, the problem still being a problem.
  • Until the door is fixed – find a less tacky way to block the breeze.  I have a surplus of towels, and I could probably fashion a prettier solution and then affix it with velcro so that it will stay even when the door is closed from the outside but can also be easily removed and washed.  That’s my current plan.  This will either be a great idea or an amusing story.
  • Wash the orange dots and spread them out.
  • Quit being lazy and take trash out when needed instead of piling it by the door.
  • Move crock pot back to its home.
  • Put up Find and mount the coat rack I have on the wall opposite the door.
  • Find something to do with that rod that’s just hanging out in the corner.

The dining table:

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The original purpose of the area:

  • Place to eat (or serve, when hosting gatherings larger than two)
  • Where the Christmas tree goes when ’tis the season

What I want to change:

  • Not much – I like the placement.  Maybe add fresh flowers to the table.
  • This area tends to draw clutter (observe the unopened Pampered Chef box under the table). Stop that.
  • You can’t see it, but behind the curtain are small pots of dirt with dead herbs in them.  This window gets amazing light and will serve as a great herb windowsill when I decide I want to do that. I want to start collecting pots that fit there.

And finally, the space where the table goes during Christmas:

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It’s a small space, but I promise, the table fits.

What I want to change:

  • Ultimately, move blue chair to bedroom where it belongs.
  • Get a small (read: something that would fit under dining table, as it will have to for about a month out of the year) cabinet to store liquor and cocktail paraphernalia.

Today, tomorrow, and Friday are thrift days.  I will be on the lookout for the cabinet, mini-shelves, velcro, and CD books/sleeves.

Whew.  Tall order for a short week.  It might not all happen, but I hope to make great strides.

 

This week has been pasta-intensive.  It has been amazing, but I feel like I didn’t get anything done except nap.

1. Mom’s Cavatini

This might be my favorite thing that my mom makes.  When I make it, I adjust her recipe by having more pasta and less meat.  I even wrote it at the top of the page where I copied it down, like I would forget:

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In recent years, however, I’ve been keeping the pasta about the same and replacing half (or all) of the meat with spinach.

The recipe, as my mother has it written:

  • 2 lbs. ground beef
  • 3/4 c. each of curly, shell, and macaroni noodles
  • 3 tall skinny cans of tomato sauce
  • 1/4 tsp. each – oregano, celery salt, garlic salt, and pepper
  • 1/8 tsp. thyme
  • 1 large onion, chopped
  • 2 pkgs. mozzarella [that’s 32 oz. of cheese, for those who are wondering]
  • 2 pkgs. pepperoni

Brown meat, onion, and seasonings.  Add tomato sauce and pepperoni. Simmer 5 minutes. Add cooked noodles and simmer 5 more minutes.  Take off stove; add mozzarella; serve.

Upon re-reading the recipe, I noticed other changes I make:

  • I only use one type of pasta, unless what I have on hand happens to be remnants of several different shapes.  But three pastas are not something that I do on purpose, even though I must admit it makes the dish prettier.
  • I use my own homemade spaghetti sauce, which includes onions, pepper, and a whole lot of seasonings, so I exclude the onion and spices from the recipe.

I made cavatini twice (three times if you count the next recipe in the list).  My friend Stephanie came over on Tuesday.  I left out the pepperoni and kept the sauce separate from the pasta, and I left the cheese on the side as well.  So I guess that was build-your-own-cavatini night.  I turned right around and made another batch for the part-time staff Wednesday night at our meeting. This time, I threw it all together as the recipe instructs, because one pot is easier to carry than three.

I also made two loaves of beer bread for staff.  One of them remarked, “I guess this is the closest you’re going to come to buying us alcohol.” Yep. I had just enough bread left over to have the best toast on the planet for breakfast the rest of the workweek.

2. Vegan Cavatini (aka, Pasta Primavera)

Leave in the spinach, add another vegetable or two (I vote yellow squash and orange bell pepper), and leave out all the meat and cheese.  You will have a meal that is healthier but still delicious. Make sure your pasta doesn’t have egg in it, or that won’t be vegan.

3. Farmer’s Market – Roasted Broccoli

Broccoli is not my favorite vegetable. I have always thought it was okay.  Then in 2002 when I started having digestive issues and couldn’t keep much of anything down for months, the smell of broccoli sickened me.  It’s been on my list ever since.

But I found some this week at the market, and since it’s starting to get too hot for it to grow, I thought I’d give it a chance this week.

Chop up the broccoli and a red onion, and roast them in grapeseed oil.  It’s so good, it might redeem broccoli for me.

 

So that’s the week in food!

Big Mike’s Coffee Shop is great.  It’s located right across the street from UNT campus in the same location and under the same ownership as Voyager’s Dream (before The Man ruined Fry Street…but that’s another story for another time). Their website lists my three favorite things about Big Mike’s – independent, local, and fair trade. They are also ecologically minded.  They save their coffee grounds and give them to local gardeners for their compost piles. I also like how they take care of the students.  They used to be a 24-hour shop, but now they are closed from midnight to 6:00 a.m. most days.  However, during dead week and finals week, they reinstated their around-the-clock hours to support the students cramming during the wee hours of the morning. And on graduation day, they offered anything on their menu at half off for graduates who came in their caps and gowns.

Also – there are signs like this:

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(I swear I waited to take the picture until after I had ordered.)

Sounds like this would be my favorite shop in the world, doesn’t it?  So why haven’t you heard about it before now?

Confession:  I only go to Big Mike’s in the summer.

  1. Yes, they take care of students.  But so do I.  I take care of students 40+ hours a week.  So I don’t really feel the need to go hang out with students after work.
  2. Summer, early morning, and Sundays are the only times I can find parking anywhere near the shop.  Could I walk there?  Sure.  Am I likely to do so?  Lol…no.
  3. The atmosphere in summer is really laid back.  In fact, all of Denton is more laid back in the summer, because many of the students go home.  And because many of the students go home, it’s even more important in the summer to support the local shops that I want to see stay in business, particularly the shops whose clientele is predominantly students.

Summer at Big Mike’s is great.  I can walk in, order, sit at a table and stare into space, and no one thinks anything of it (or if they do, they keep it to themselves).  The baristas don’t try to rope you into small talk while making your drink.  If they talk at all, it’s to say something that’s actually interesting.  I have never been forced to talk about the weather in Big Mike’s.

I realize that this might be a point against them for extroverts or normal people or people who are uncomfortable with silence or people who have narrow views of what constitutes good customer service.  But for introverts, Big Mike’s in the summer is like Mecca.

My typical order at Big Mike’s when I’m not going to stay for long is a macchiato.

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Little shot of espresso marked with foam.  And their espresso is gooooood. Sometimes, I even order them when I am going to stay for a while, but then I end up getting four of them, and that’s a terrible idea.

For a while, they had hazelnut milk, but I’m not sure they offer it anymore.  I could get a hazelnut latte made with hazelnut milk. Glorious. That was my go-to drink when I would make a coffee run for Maggie and me before HOST meetings.  Good times.

So if you’re in Denton in the summer (maybe you’re at a conference at UNT), don’t drive all the way to Starbucks just because it’s what you know.  Go to Big Mike’s.

 

If you would like to contribute to the Coffee Shop Road Trip, you can follow that link to the original post for guidelines.  The original deadline has been extended. The new deadline is forever.  I am having so much fun, I will forever take posts on this subject.