Politicians are like spaghetti sauce.

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I am scared today. I found myself freezing in panic when two white men pushed me out of the way in a coffee shop this morning. And maybe their actions were not intentionally malicious or any different than they would have been on Sunday or Monday.

But, post-election I have a different narrative to filter that experience, and it’s generating a lot of fear.

Because now I am asking: “Do they think it’s okay to push me because I’m a woman, and they’re allowed? Do they think I’m sub-human? Do men I know secretly think that?”

And, really, nothing has changed yet in the White House. Logic tells me I’m being dramatic. I’m not afraid of politics. I’m not afraid of government changes yet. And ultimately, I’m not even mad because Clinton lost.

I’m scared because I don’t how to interpret actions I’ve seen when people are quiet or defensive.

I’m afraid of people. Christians, in particular — even if I am one.

And I’m white. I don’t even know what this climate feels like for people who aren’t white or who are in the LGBTQ community.

Choosing a president is not like eating a salad. When eating a salad, I can pick out the cucumber or the onion or the blue cheese. I can set it aside and not eat it. Politicians are whole packages, and I can’t take just part of them, leaving the rest behind. Voting for her or him is choosing her or his whole platform, even if I only stand for a portion of it.

Politicians are more like spaghetti sauce. I don’t care for Italian sausage. But, if the plate of spaghetti sauce is set in front of me, I have two choices: eat it or not. I can’t pick the sausage out of the sauce, and even if I try, Italian sausage makes everything taste like sausage anyway.

I can understand being hungry and needing to eat. I get digging in for that.

The problem is unless something is said explicitly otherwise: no one knows if I ate the spaghetti sauce because I was hungry or because I love Italian sausage or both.

I can’t trust that people inherently think racism or sexism or xenophobia is a problem. Especially when they say wait and see what Trump will do, and don’t tell us definitely that racism and sexism are not okay with them or that they will stand with us IF it all implodes.

Maybe that feels yucky, and I’m not blaming. Like I said, I can understand being hungry, and I can understand thinking Trump is the best option for you.

But, unless actual words are said and actions are shown, no one knows how you feel about them. And if you don’t speak the words and hold hands with the hurting, it’s really hard to give the benefit of the doubt.

That’s why the articles on logic and reason about Trump’s presidency aren’t helpful. Because really what we’re scared of is not Trump or the government, but each other.


Friday-Night-In Recipes

Friday night is typically date night at our house, but it’s usually date night in. We hunker down at home together.

We either make something fun together that involves more effort than we’d put in for a weeknight or some kind of appetizers that we’ll eat while watching something on the T.V. Friday night in typically involves either Italian, Mexican or appetizers. Here’s some that we love. Continue reading

Tasty Thursday: What’s For Dinner?

Let’s mix up the Tasty Thursday posts. Instead of only posting restaurants and coffee shops, I’ll also post photos (and commentary) of food J and I have been cooking with links to the original recipes; the links will be in the heading for each section. We eat at home 95% of the time these days out of budget considerations, so solely blogging about new restaurants and coffee shops is getting a little tricky.

We’re not Food Network competitive here, and photos are taken with my smart phone with the real lighting challenges of my house. They’re taken quickly because I want to eat my food and chat with my husband or guests rather than spend forever staging it and taking pictures. Priorities, folks.

In other words, things look like real life rather than studio perfect. But, then maybe you’ll get a realistic idea about what the food might actually look like. Continue reading

Tasty Thursday: Oatmeal with Black Raspberries

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The weather is warming, and I look forward to the summer when the black raspberries are ripe. Particularly now as I’ve winnowed down the remaining frozen ones I had.

I blame Dad.

I had a handy stash of whole, frozen black raspberries from our crop last year. I was hoarding them like a dragon with its gold. Continue reading

Tasty Thursday: Easter Edition

I married into a family with regimented holiday traditions, which is pretty much the opposite of my side of the family. J and his mom have certain activities and specific foods that correlate with various holidays, and there are specific times those activities happen. J must have hot cross buns on Palm Sunday every year, and julekage the week before Christmas. Julekage is basically like a giant hot cross bun with a better frosting to bread ratio. I mean, if you have to eat bread with weird neon candied fruit, it’s better to drown it in icing. I’m not really a fan of either bread concoction, or fruitcake, for that matter.

I’ll hop back from that rabbit trail, and back to Easter food traditions.

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