Hey y’all! I’ve been pretty absent here lately because I’ve been catering to my film review blog – I’ve come across so much great content and my will to write is still going strong and I’ve settled into a good little niche there.
But I miss the personal side of it. And when I read my things here I do enjoy them and I wish there were more. So I thought up a Sunday Diary series to quell myself and hopefully entertain my readers. I apologize that I have not continued with Cast Iron, Yall! as we have a new kitchen that we have not yet made our own.
My husband and I have Sundays off together and it’s the only day of the week we have to ourselves so sometimes there’s a bunch of things crammed into those 12 hours. Sometimes they’re fun, sometimes they’re horrible. Sometimes they’re cringey. Regardless, I want these days to live forever.
So here is entry No.1
April 9, 2017
I have had an enormous hankering for cinnamon rolls all week. Which is rare, I love real breakfast food (proteins and biscuits) over most. Thursday night I took a bubble bath and cried about it. So yesterday I braved the pollen and the Publix and got some to bake this morning. Jordan shook his head at me as I tried to secretly shove them in the fridge (because we’re supposed to be eating less than 50g of carbs a day) but I averted my eyes and pretended he didn’t see.
This morning we woke up late and he asked what I wanted for breakfast, completely forgetting about his hour of judgement yesterday, and I smiled slyly as cinnamon rolls rolled off my tongue in slow motion. He obliged. Greatly.
Now, I haven’t made these in years and I am not good at doing things I haven’t done in awhile so I pretty much butchered them trying to finagle the pressurized prisons they travel in but they still turned out lovely and quite delicious.
* I would like to note that my household is making the switch to almond milk and a few weeks ago I messed up and got a gallon and a half of unsweetened vanilla at Costco and it was very gross but Publix came through with the Dark Chocolate flavor and yesterday there was a deal for 2 for 6.00 and I got some ORIGINAL and it is amazing y’all it’s just like real whole milk without the extra gross shit in it. I highly recommend.
Recently, Eugene’s Hot Chicken got a storefront after all of their hard work in that food truck. Now I will tell you this family is LOYAL to Hattie B’s and our dear friends the Barrows told us that we were truly missing out on the hot chicken experience by neglecting Eugene. Eugene’s catered their wedding back in January and Jordan didn’t hate it – so much that he was optimistic about a second chance.
But I will tell you, my friends, the Higginses are staying loyal to Hattie B’s. Her chicken is much more flavorful, the sandwich much more satisfying, the slaw much tastier, and the fries much more crunchy and seasoned. In Eugene’s defense though, his potato salad has the one up. Like, it’s the best I’ve ever had.
We strolled through Linn park and watched some families while dreaming of our own in the near future. The fountain was on and the smell of trash took me back to days in the streets of NOLA. I thought about returning later this year. I’d really like that.
We had some time to kill before the Library opened so we stepped into the Art Museum to see the changing exhibits. I’ve been there so many times that’s really the only reason I go anymore.
We stumbled upon the Third Space exhibit that was amazing to stand in front of. There were so many beautiful creations wrought with emotion and care.
[ Third Space] challenges our sense of the historical identity of culture as a homogenizing, unifying force, authenticated by the originary past, kept alive in the national tradition of the People.
I personally adore contemporary art. Jordan…. not so much.
We went to the library a couple of blocks over because Jord has never been. I remember going with my mother but not much else. We’re pretty spoiled by the Library in Vestavia and we were hoping to see a super sophisticated and modern space – buuuuut no. It’s stuck in the 90’s. Cool trees in the entrance though.
Back home, we read two chapters of The Hot Zone on our porch and planned things for the back yard. We checked on our fruit trees and pepper plants. Then we passed around the Neti Pot to get the god for saken pollen out of our noses.