I’m headed off to Target. I’ve got lots of shopping to do.
I load the car with all three of my kids: 5, 3 1/2 and almost 2.
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Men often say women never admit when we are wrong. It’s just not true! Whenever we are wrong, we do indeed admit to it and apologize. At least, most women I know do, including myself. It takes a lot to be the bigger person and many of us have no problem stepping up and admitting to not getting it right. Women often get a bad rap for being petty, overly-emotional, unable to self-assess how we negatively contribute to a situation, and so on and so on. And since I’m all about changing narratives, I am going to give men their due and be totally transparent about the many things they are right about.
Oh, you don’t know? You aren’t alone. Do you feel silly asking yourself this elementary question as an adult? Don’t feel bad, a lot of us have asked ourselves the same thing. Do you feel like you’re in a career rut, a stagnant position, just straight up stuck? Really, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Now that school is out, are you looking for activities to do with the kids, but don’t want to spend an arm and leg? Summer is a perfect time to visit loved-ones and enjoy activities that we missed during the school year due to hectic schedules and tons of responsibilities.
Cooking with kids…When my kids were toddlers it seemed like they would wait for me to get busy cooking and decide to get into e-ver-y-thing they could think of! Those classic moments of the little ones writing on the walls and covering themselves in Vaseline would happen in my home while I was in the kitchen.
We eat salmon quite often in our home. I struggled for a few years trying to get it right. I would cook a great filet on occasion, but for the most part I ended up with fish that was either too dry or too soft in the center. It was frustrating to say the least.
About five years ago I became a certified Pinterest fanatic. One wonderfully wormhole-y afternoon I was pinning away when I came across a post from Pioneer Woman. Changed. The. Game. Since I tried her technique I’ve never ended up with anything other than a beautiful, moist, flaky, perfectly cooked filet of salmon. I’ll walk you through it.
Wash, season drizzle, bake.
Rinse off a 1lb salmon filet. Some like to pat it dry. Place the salmon on a foil or parchment lined pan and season. I use a little seasoned salt (go easy guys, we don’t want too much sodium!), black pepper, and a healthy coating of garlic powder, not garlic salt. Drizzle your filet with extra virgin olive oil and you’re ready to go.
Place your pan into a cool oven. This is the key to perfection. Turn the oven to 400 and bake for 25 minutes. If your filet is very thick it may need a few extra minutes. If it’s several pounds and pretty long, I suggest slicing it into a few different pieces before prepping it for the oven to ensure that it cooks evenly.
*tip: Use your nose! Check on the fish when you start to smell it. If you see a little bubbly white foam on top it’s likely ready. I normally use farm raised salmon, which is thicker and a little less lean. For wild caught salmon, 20 minutes may be enough.
Sauces – Glazes – Marinades
For a little extra flair and flavor, try brushing a marinade on top of your salmon before baking. This time I used a Kroger brand sweet and spicy chili sauce (not at all spicy). I’ve also used sriracha and honey, barbecue sauce, honey and lemon, lemon butter with herbs, Parmesan and panko crumb crust, and my all time favorite, Stonewall Kitchen’s Jamaican Jerk Sauce (a little bit goes a long way!).
If you’re looking to make dinner even easier, add a foil pack of crunchy veggies to the pan. Season and drizzle them just like the salmon, wrap them in foil and voilá: a whole meal in 25 minutes! My meal features broccolini. Asparagus, broccoli, cauliflower, Brussels sprouts, carrots, peppers and onions, and zucchini are other healthy and tasty options.
A hard ass lesson I’ve learned since becoming a mom is that I cannot yet operate at the level I did before I was a mom. Don’t get me wrong, this does not mean that I will never operate at the highest of the high levels from my previous life- I AIN’T GIVING UP! But right now, I don’t have the f*cking energy to do it all and I am temporarily unwilling to try. Because of that, I have perfected the art of saying no. My favorite ways of saying “NO” are: Nope, Hell to the naw naw, and F*ck no. In other words…I cain’t and I ain’t!
Can we talk about baby showers for a sec? Because most of them are traditional, conservative and reserved. If this is your style, then cool! Not hating at all! But if you’re anything like me, you’re a sucker for pushing the envelope and breaking away from monotony. What if I told you that a baby shower can be more like a day-party with the right elements? If you’re still reading, you probably like to switch things up too! Are you interested in throwing a non-boring, co-ed baby shower extravaganza? Do you want a shower that stands out? I’ve got you covered!
To all my mamas who miss their dearly departed daddies on Father’s Day:
I feel you. You are raising amazing little brown or black boys or a similarly amazing little brown or black girl, and while you do have lots of men in your life, nobody replaces your daddy. No one is stronger, smarter, more protective, funnier, wiser or able to discern how to help you fix your problems more than your pops. At least that’s how it was with mine.
My father was the first man to buy me gold earrings. They were tiny hoops, 24k gold, from Marshall Field’s. I was 14 when I got them on my birthday, and I never knew, until I was much older, that my father gave me jewelry for several reasons. One, so that I would of course be beautifully adorned, but also so that I knew the difference between trash and treasure. The situation of the creepy man on the street, hanging out at my high school and trying to give away cheap gold-plated rings or bracelets to girls in exchange for sex (which really happened, by the way) never happened to me. I didn’t need to trade sexual favors for gold from strangers. My pops gave me jewelry, not a lot of it, but enough to make it clear that I never needed to gold dig – not while I had a mother and a father and an entire extended family happy to help me get whatever I needed (and sometimes wanted) in life.
Whenever Father’s Day rolls around I find myself appreciative, conflicted and then angry throughout the day (in that order) with all the mixed messages I see floating around social media and the innanet (aka messy internet). And this is the year I want to talk about it because it has become a giant elephant in the room.
I was doing really good today. Great even. I was momming the crap out of today and earning serious Fun Mommy points. Then it all went to *insert poop emoji.* Literally. Here’s how I managed to accomplish my latest fail.
Step 1: Fill a storage container with water.
Do your kids love water play in the summer? Of course they do!! Fill a container and let them splash in it. Give them cups, strainers and floating toys to play with. Then let them climb inside and completely soak their clothes. For best results ensure that at least one kid is in diapers. What’s the big deal anyway? How bad could it get?
Fathers play a critical role in shaping the thoughts and feelings of their daughters at a young age. In most cases, they are the first man that a young girl sees and trusts. It’s no surprise that she hangs onto his every word. More importantly, daughters pay close attention to how a father behaves and learns much about the world through his actions. So many women look back at their father-daughter relationship with appreciation, reverence and love.
In fact, they aren’t adjuncts in any shape or fashion. They are tenured parents with full-time roles and responsibilities, other duties as assigned, and no union rights available. Fathers are parents, not babysitters. And yet I often hear them referred to in these auxiliary roles, as if they are dangling onto a family unit by a mere thread. Sometimes they even jokingly refer to themselves this way: “I’m on dad duty tonight.” I know, I know, it’s sometimes said out of love. But words matter and get stuck deep down in our subconscious and have an impact. “Duty” implies that it’s some sort of unwanted gig and “tonight” sounds like a temporary, obtrusive and interim hang-up. Why?