Spaghetti is always a great meal to feed numerous people or just to have plentiful left overs. This was my first time making spaghetti and it was so quick and easy for a beginner such as myself. If you are inexperienced in the kitchen like me, I hope this gives you the confidence to try something new.
Moment of truth: I ate pork chops for the first time this year and I loved it. After a bit of confidence from other dishes I decided to give pork chops a try as well. So happy I stumbled upon this recipe as a first timer preparing pork chops. I would recommend this if you prefer a juicy pork chop with less risk of drying out while cooking.
4 boneless pork chops, 1 teaspoon of butter, 2 table spoons of olive oil, 2 tablespoons of white vinegar, 1/4 cup of honey, 1/4 cup of water, 1 teaspoon of garlic powder, 6 garlic cloves minced, salt & pepper to season pork chops
On a medium heat pan Sear pork chops on both sides for 2 mins and season with salt an pepper
After mixing ingredients in a bowl, microwave for 10 seconds and stir together before adding to the pork chops cooking
The sauce will caramelize around the pork chops marinating them until completion
Flip over every 2-3 mins until a desirable burnt crust forms from the caramelization of the Honey Garlic sauce
I paired my Honey Garlic pork chops with bacon-garlic green beans and mashed potatoes. I literally didn’t eat until lunch the next day from being so filled with deliciousness. This was my best dish yet due to me exceeding my expectations. I love to eat, but cooking just might be as satisfying.
What type of pork chops do you enjoy preparing/eating?
Nothing like opening your fridge to what seems like nothing and making a meal out of it. This particular day it happened to be Tuesday which guided my thoughts almost immediately to tacos. Peering over my vast supply of leftover items from other meals, I made a simple connection for what was needed to achieve my craving for Taco Tuesday.
I used a medium heat pan to reheat my chicken, also adding 1/2 cups of water to the pan.
As the chicken heated up I periodically tossed it round with Taco seasoning and pepper for flavor until the water completely evaporated.
I added enough salsa mix to saturate my chicken in and moved the pan to another stove eye to cool.
I happened to have a pack of tortillas on hand so I used a small pan to lightly toast both sides of the tortilla.
I gathered the toppings of lettuce and shredded cheddar cheese into separate serving dishes, garnishing my shredded lettuce with 4 lime slices.
After transferring the taco meat into a serving dish, it was time to set the table and enjoy Taco Tuesday.
I found a cup of cilantro sauce that I used as what turned out to be an amazing addition.
I am very pleased with my homemade Taco Tuesday creation and I can’t wait to experiment with extra ingredients. But all in all, a very great use of left over chicken and other ingredients that are easily over looked when dying of hunger.
After 6 years I woke up one day no longer happy with the life I was living in… I was happy with my artistic discoveries and talent, but not using it for such a censored audience. I just felt as if I had more to share with those whole seek me… Mental Health being one of the most overlooked subjects and sex being one of the most sought after subject gives me a bit of advantage with my platform.
I understand my previous media content will forever be accessible and I truly have no regrets. I am still in the midst of my transition as I paint my true life’s purpose. My current goal is to combine my life experience and passion together. Public speaking is ultimately something I’m interested in once I curb my rough edges with a bit more knowledge and wisdom. Even if other people choose not to believe the sincerity in my change, I’m going to keep pushing forward never looking back on past chapters.
I have made myself accustom to change over the years, but this is by far the toughest challenge. Especially since I’m not willing to accept a time consuming job that undercuts my attention to my self growth. I’m going to remember to be patient with myself in moments of frustration from things not moving as fast as I’m used to. I guess in a weird way I want to be normal… Whatever that is.
June 14, 2019 was the day I said farewell to the man that loved me the most… My Dad. We all have to say goodbye to our loved ones at some point but that fact doesn’t make it hurt any less. I was completely unprepared for the phone call that would mean no more big hugs when my flight landed into Richmond, VA. I was at the nail salon in the middle of a fill in when my mother just came out with it, tearing like a band aid. Hearing that my dad passed away was so unreal, but imagining him slumped over at his desk unresponsive when they found him tears my heart out. For some reason my next emotion was anger that he literally worked himself to death like we all joked about when he was alive. If my dad had hated his job I would have never known because he was so devoted and always buried in work related matters even when he was at home. His only day off from work was Sunday which he spent mowing the lawn in the morning, then watching the football game while my sisters and I did laundry for the upcoming week.
My dad worked so hard to give us family vacations every year to Florida so it was like my second home. I moved to Florida 6 years ago after always feeling like a piece of me was left there when we would leave. Even though my trip to Key West was planned in advance, I felt so guilty for still going after hearing of my dads passing. The ounce of Gorilla Glue I smoked during my trip helped to block out any guilty emotions concerning my dad. After-all it was a birthday trip for my best friend from Virginia who invested a lot to be there. Despite my muted emotions, we had a great time exploring the most southern part of the United States.
I ordered a funeral approved dress and jacket from Pretty Little Thing that had arrived by the time I was back in Miami from my trip. My flight was set for the next morning and the anxiety of my dads death becoming so real made me want to just melt. I hate morning flights just as much as I hate flying spirit but it was the only direct flight that gave me enough time to get dressed and make it to the service on time. I remember staring at the man in the casket with a smirk on his face that looked like my dad. I just couldn’t accept that it was really happening. The moment that they closed his casket I started to cry because I knew if he were alive he would be suffocating from the tight seal. But not a movement…. My daddy’s really gone..
Hearing the honorary sound of Taps playing as a final salute for the bravery of my Dad comforted me. The last few of us remaining at his casket side took a memorial shot of his favorite drink, Black Russian. He was and forever will be my hero.It is now 3 months later after my dad has been buried and I still cry as if it were yesterday. I mourn for my father whenever I think of him and I still even call his phone to hear his voicemail. He was my biggest supporter through my personal screw ups. He knew when to be hard and show discipline, but he also knew when to be sensitive and forgiving. I’m so happy he was there for the most important parts of my life.My children will learn some of what my dad taught me…..
Table Manners, Respect for elders, and Showing kindness to everyone.
Since my obvious exposure on the internet, I have received more strangers who like to make their opinions matter to me… Nothing like a blank account with no followers being run by some miserable hag. I just feel sorry for their cowardly nature of hiding behind a profile they intentionally made for the purpose of trolling. Me personally, I hate completing a sign up form with my own information… So I’m not going to take the time to make a fake account. That’s honestly the first sign of being personally bothered to the point you want to keep communication but anonymously.
Checking my social media used to bring me Anxiety naturally when I would see the many notifications. I found myself trying to keep up with my account throughout the day to monitor any unwanted comments on my profile. Checking my inbox wasn’t too stressful since hate mail just ended with a swift block button. Of course some of these obsessed creatures have made new fake accounts with attempts to get a response. My most recent “trollers” are a bit confused because they aren’t sure how to offend me anymore.
Messages of Hate should only be received as love because the trolls are so extremely concerned for your life and they just want attention for expressing it. But I have learned not everything deserves a response… Attention is fuel.
What are some experiences you’ve had with social media trolls?
This is Suicide Awareness Month and so many at risk victims are silently dealing with their troubles. Everyone gets caught up in their own life problems that sometimes it’s easy to overlook someone else struggling. If you know of a friend or relative that has previously dealt with depression, mental trauma or even a major life change I highly encourage you to reach out. Do you know how much a phone call to let someone know they are on your mind and heart could truly affect their haunting thoughts? One of the major false thoughts of suicide victims is no one cares and the world is better without them in it. If you can even go further than a phone call to maybe visiting then that’s even better. True emotions are revealed in person that can sometimes be masked over the phone with a simple “I’m fine, Everything’s ok.”
I personally know someone who was a victim of suicide and outside looking in he was a happy man. Let’s take Robin Williams for example… It took millions of us by surprise to find out he hung himself in his California home. It was known he suffered from depression later in life and a mental illness that was the provoking factor of his demise. A man that made success from making the world laugh felt so alone in his last moments and we all wonder how it could have been avoided. The strongest people have moments of weakness too, but feel compelled to continue appearing strong. It’s hard to be transparent in this time when everyone flaunts material items as “Living Their Best Life” when in reality happiness is within.
If you are the one dealing with feelings of worthlessness and think the world is better off without you…. STOP! Think about the lives connected to you, think about all that you have accomplished and so much you have yet to do, think about the positive moments as much as you think of the negative moments and just BREATHE! Suicide is a permanent decision for such temporary emotions you can find a way to cope with. Don’t be afraid to ask for help from a licensed professional who can guide you into better thought patterns to deal with future obstacles. Life isn’t easy, but it’s the struggles we persevere from that build our character and strengthen us. Just think of how strong you are to be where you’re at at this very moment. Don’t give up on yourself. You have the power to overcome anything with a healthier mind-state. Mental Health can make a strong man weak and a weak man strong. Suicide just rolls the problems over to those who remain with the many questions of why.
Love the mystery of this world we dwell in!… Love your life!… Love yourself!…