Monday, June 29, 2015

Let's Play a Game

FenceFlower
Y'all know we bought a house last year - and we're pretty down with the neighborhood now. We know where the potholes are (OMFG the potholes) and which houses are friendly and where to buy meth if we wanted (we don't. Probably.) There's one house though I just can't figure out.

I won't take a picture because I'd freak if a stranger posted a picture of my house on the internet but I'll describe it to you as best as I can.

It's a single wide trailer (usually 3 small or 2 medium sized bedroom home) and it's a faded pink or peach. It's not decrepit or falling down, but it's not brand new, either. It has a nice yard, but it's mostly packed dirt. It sits on a hill and I have a feeling the view from the back is pretty spectacular.

Here's where it gets weird. Every day, at all hours of the day and night (I don't know about at like midnight, but I've been past at like 10 pm) there's a bunch of nice cars out front. Different cars, different numbers. One day it was six cars, once ten, today it was four. They're not Bentleys and Mercedes but they're what I call "Texas nice" - a couple of expensive pick ups, some higher end American SUVs. There's even one car exactly like ours, that I've seen a few times, which I know is in the $25-$30k range.

The game is this: What the fuck is going on in that house? It's a very residential neighborhood, so it's not a bar or a store, and the cars seem to stay for at least a few hours. I thought maybe it was a daycare but the cars stay all day - and the cars are too nice to be a day-care-in-a-trailer's employees.

The cars aren't nice enough to be a high end drug thing, and too nice to be a crack house.

I also contemplated bible study - this is small town Texas after all - but beleive it or not, for all my heathen ways, I've been to my share of bible study sessions (some were even actual bible study, and not me lying to my parents to go make out with a boy) and none of them we're for 4-5 hours every day.

So what do y'all think?

Leave your guesses in the comments please!

Friday, June 26, 2015

Bacon and Brie Stuffed French Toast

Last week I worked on the food truck on Father's Day. We were trying to come up with a last minute brunch special, and I looked at what we had on hand and though.. bacon and brie... FRENCH TOAST. It wound up raining and we shut down early so we never made it but I couldn't stop thinking about it. When I saw brie on sale at HEB, I knew it was a sign. I bought the brie and some french toast and of course I already had bacon (Because duh.) and this morning I got to work.

I'm sure this is no surprise, but it was REALLY GOOD.

Before I share the recipe, I'll share some tips on technique. Cut your bread pretty thick, then slice a little pocket in it. Stick your fingers in the pocket and kind of moosh the bread to the sides. This does two things. First, it makes room for the yummy crap. Second, it makes the "walls" a little stronger so when you stuff the yummy crap in, it doesn't poke out.

Also - because the bread is so thick, to accommodate the goods, one piece per person is PLENTY. Serve with some fresh berries and hot coffee and you will be a brunch ROCKSTAR.

Bacon and brie stuffed french toast

Bacon and Brie French Toast
Serves 4

4 cooked slices of bacon, chopped
4 oz brie (about half a wedge - cut into 8 chunks)
4 two-inch-thick slices good french bread
1 egg
1/2 cup heavy cream
1 tablespoon sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 pinch salt

1 tablespoon cinnamon
1/2 cup powdered sugar

Slice a pocket into each thick slice of bread and stuff with some bacon and 2 chunks of brie.

Crack the egg into a shallow dish and add the cream, sugar, cinnamon, vanilla and salt. Beat with a whisk or fork until well combined. Soak each slice of bread in the custard for about 20 seconds each side. Place each coated slice into a hot greased skillet and cook until crispy and cooked through, about 5 minutes per side. Remove from the hot skillet and set aside.

Combine the cinnamon and powdered sugar and sift over each slice of french toast.

Let me know if you try it and like it - this is definitely going into the rotation around here!

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Just say you're sorry.

Sorry

Shelley wrote a pretty awesome post about How to Apologize over on her blog. I apologize a lot - not only in the southern female "I'm sorry to disagree with you, but you're a fucking idiot" way but because I fuck up a lot. I'm glad that I can own that and apologize when I do it.

Seems a lot of people don't know how, though. Shelley's post is pretty awesome - especially when you do something bad and need to say sorry.

But what about when you do something that you didn't, and still don't, think is bad - but someone's feelings are hurt? You simply can't tell them they're wrong, their feelings aren't actually hurt. Or Big Guy's trick, tell them they're dumb for having feelings at all. (True story y'all. Pray for me.)

Feelings are feelings. You can 100% control your actions and your reactions, but you can't control your feelings. And that fucking sucks. So when you say something you think is funny and somebody's feelings are hurt - what do you do?

First off - was it really actually that funny? No seriously. If it was funny, good for you. If it wasn't, try harder next time.

Next - think about the other person. If their friendship or your relationship with you actually has value. Is it some friend-of-a-friend chiming in on Facebook that your  off-the-cuff comment about how clowns are evil hurt their feelings because their great grandpa was a clown in the 30s? If that's the case, fuck 'em. But if they matter - you need to apologize.

Sincerity and authenticity is key for a good apology, y'all. I'm never sorry that I said something funny. I was born to make people laugh. I'm not always great at it so when one hits the mark, I'm not going to be sorry for it, even if it hurts somebody else's feelings. So for me to say "I'm sorry I said that" would be a lie.

"I'm really sorry that what I said hurt your feelings." Because I really am.

Let's say you tell a friend you'll meet her for supper after work. 5 pm rolls around and you are DONE. You just cant anymore. So you bail. It sucks but for your mental health, you gotta go home and take off your goddamn bra. You are absolutely NOT sorry that you bailed - but you're probably sorry you disappointed your friend. Say that.

"I'm sorry that what I did hurt you."

There's power in those words. If you can't apologize for what you did or said, at least acknowledge that the other person was affected negatively by your actions and that you feel bad about it.

If you are not sorry that you did something that affected someone in a negative way, and you are also not sorry that they are sad or mad or upset about it, you may possibly be an asshole. Work on that. Or maybe just stay home.