Good Evening My Friends,
So often I find myself on here giving you life updates and bitching about one thing or another. You all are an incredible group of people who has shown me so much love and support since I began this blog almost 1 year ago. What a wild year it has been. Tonight, I want to let my hair down. I want to show you my smile. I want you to hear the happy thoughts floating through my mind, because today was a great day. A wonderful day filled with bursts of creative energy and laughter. Today, I had two wonderful things happen.
The first is that I was told to be unapologetically me.
The second is that I was gifted my submissive name from my Daddy.
Both moments made me beam with happiness and gratitude. You see, while I’ve written two books about my life, experiences, and research into the Cg/l lifestyle, I can also be quite insecure. I’m curvy. No, let’s correct that. Technically I’m obese. At least that’s what my doctor says. But I prefer to say that I’m a foodie. I’m a dreamer of big dreams. An optimist who loves taking a realist and making them smile as I paint pictures in the stars of what could be… and what might be. I’m a lover of music. Not quite the dancer, but I do love to sing… pretty much non-stop and most especially in the shower. I love dessert but prefer to eat it slowly. I crave conversations over a batch of my homemade scones. Do you like scones? If you do, here is the recipe that I use. I’ve gotten it down to an art now, and prefer to leave the raisins out. But do what you feel is best. ❤
Simple Scones for Tea Time
- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1/3 cup sugar
- 1 teaspoon baking powder
- 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 8 tablespoon butter, frozen
- 1/2 cup raisins
- 1/2 cup sour cream
- 1 egg
- Adjust oven rack to lower-middle position and preheat oven to 400 degrees.
- In a medium bowl, mix flour, 1/3 cup sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Grate butter into flour mixture on the large holes of a box grater; use your fingers to work in butter (mixture should resemble coarse meal), then stir in raisins.
- In a small bowl, whisk sour cream and egg until smooth.
- Using a fork, stir sour cream mixture into flour mixture until large dough clumps form. Use your hands to press the dough against the bowl into a ball. (The dough will be sticky in places, and there may not seem to be enough liquid at first, but as you press, the dough will come together.)
- Place on a lightly floured surface and pat into a 7- to 8-inch circle about 3/4-inch thick. Sprinkle with remaining 1 tsp. of sugar. Use a sharp knife to cut into 8 triangles; place on a cookie sheet (preferably lined with parchment paper), about 1 inch apart. Bake until golden, about 15 to 17 minutes. Cool for 5 minutes and serve warm or at room temperature.
So… as you can see from the recipe above, I hardly pause when adding in a bit of butter or sugar to a wonderful tea time treat. As a result, I have hips for days and thighs that jiggle. Like many women out there, I’ve scorned my thighs for years. And then today something beautiful happened. My dominant said to me, “you know, I wouldn’t change one thing about you”. Just like that he accepted me, for me. All of me. Every jiggle, curve, and roll. Every freckle, curl on my head, and wrinkle on my skin. He loves me for me. And it felt really nice. I felt a weight lifted off of my heart. I get to be unapologetically me and man, does that feel good!
Then, this afternoon as I was nestled up with my cell phone, talking back and forth with my Daddy on text, when my phone dinged. “What about punkin?” he said. My lips began to curl into a smile. Punkin. As a Southern gal, pumpkin pie has always been shortened to punkin pie. It’s also a sweet term of endearment to little ones… or those (like myself) who are very, very short. “Punkin” I whispered to myself and closed my eyes. The name fit perfectly. I’m Punkin! ❤ (My favorite season is also Fall too, so that’s a bonus hehe!).
It was in this glorious head space of love and gratitude that I floated into the kitchen and began to cook. I wanted to taste a bit of home. Something simple, yet full of flavor. I wanted something fast since I was feeling famished by the end of the day. I wanted something that would remind me of comfort and simplicity. A pinch of salt and a few cups of water came to a boil as I began scooping in cups of grits. Simple, earthy, cornmeal grits. I put a pat of butter, a handful of grated cheese, and mixed it into the pot to make everything creamy, delectable, and welcoming. I sauteed a few vegetables to justify the amount of carbs I was about to consume. And finally slid a poached egg on top. It was heavenly, and I felt deeply satisfied. Just as my Daddy says, “breakfast is the best kind of meal because you can have it anytime of the day”.
So here I am, writing to you with a tender smile on my lips. Today was a beautiful day. We never know what tomorrow brings, but here in this space, I am sending all of you my love and hopeful thoughts. May you find beauty in the little moments. May you eat food that feeds your soul. May you treasure time with the people that you love. And may you be unapologetically you… because you’re beautiful too. Completely, and absolutely beautiful.
Have a wonderful night, my friends. Until next time.