[282] Stephanie Rae Stewart-Crocker-Childs

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After a couple days of being in this weird funk, I’m back to normal, I think. Except, it’s not exactly normal because I’ve been seriously flexing my domestic muscles today. I’m about to complete my 4th recipe of the day. Yeah. Basically I made 3 separate meals, individually portioned out proteins, and dessert. I’m not really sure what came over me, except maybe that I’ve been foraging around in my refrigerator and pantry for the last 4 days. I was inspired to cook to my heart’s content. I’m so happy about the coconut curry and coconut rice, risotto primavera, tomato soup, salmon, and apple crisp I’ll have to nom on this week. Words can’t express how content my belly will be, but right now I am beyond exhausted. Who knew it was this hard to be a domestic goddess.

That’s right…I said goddess.

Oh yeah…I won my fantasy football game too. Booyah bitches.

 

– Stephanie

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[233] Normailities

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Football is back, and I could not be happier (except if the Giants weren’t embarrassing themselves right now.) Late summer/fall is one of my favorite times of the year, but it’s a little different this particular year. For instance, I started watching football at 10am this morning, which, even though it initially seemed a little weird, I actually love. I slept in a little bit, had a late breakfast, a cup of tea, and was done with the first round of football by 1pm. Even though the weather ended up being beautiful today, I wasn’t really in the mood to do anything outside so I continued to watch football and make a bunch of food for the week. Another thing that I’ll be missing out on this fall is my family’s traditional apple and pumpkin picking. We’ll usually make a half day of it, eat lots of apple fritters, drink even more apple cider, and trek through a patch of pumpkins in order to pick our own. And with those 50 or so pounds of apples comes apple pie, apple crisp, and apple sauce. Today I made apple crisp, but not with apples that I picked myself. I had to call my mom for her recipe for the apple crisp topping, and now I have it memorized, and stored away in an email in case I forget. Even though I can’t share the apple crisp I made with my family, I still feel like one of them is going to catch me eating huge chunks of the topping and shoo me away.

 

– Stephanie

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