Back in the 60s we had “Be-Ins “or “Love-Ins,” when people would gather in the same place and meditate on love and peace. Sometimes LSD was involved, sometimes sex and nudity, most of the time music was definitely a factor. But no matter what form they took, the “prime directive” was to raise awareness about the need for peace, unity, and acceptance of diversity.
In thinking back, it amazes me how massive these events were considering we had no social media to help spread the word and using mainstream media to organize was out of the question. Yet somehow word got around and there we would be feeling strong, powerful, and most importantly, catalysts for change.
Today… we have flash mobs.
Okay, I had planned to publish a big response this week to a paper I’ve been researching, but work and life have colluded to disrupt my plans. So instead, I’m going to share with you one of my favorite meals to make, which has become a family favorite: Panko meatloaf with oven-roasted spicy sweet potatoes. Read more…
Privilege — it comes up a lot when you are in any Social Justice movement. Depending on how long you have been around, you can have a pretty good idea of what it means and how it works. But, if you have been around long enough, you get to hear ALL of the derailing arguments and you get to see a very well-made point spiral down into nothingness. I want to talk about one in particular.
Trigger warning: Discussion of healthy lifestyle and exercise.
Every so often somebody on Facebook, Tumblr, or the like will make the point that individuals who are both fit and fat shouldn’t really talk about their own physical abilities because it might undermine those of us who are less healthy. They argue that it sets up a Good Fatty vs. Bad Fatty dichotomy, which essentially plays into the trolls’ hands, by suggesting that if you can convince them you eat whole grains and can do a chin up then they might just give you enough grace until your stodgier, lazier brother comes trip trapping over the bridge. I completely understand that.
All fat people deserve basic human respect. All people deserve basic human respect. And even if you’re fat because you wash down a dozen Krispy Kremes with a bottle of full-fat Coke during your nightly first person shooter marathons, it doesn’t mean anyone gets to call you names or make you feel shit about yourself.
Trigger warning: Discussion of calorie counting in order to eat enough food to meet daily caloric requirements, and subsequent, modest weight loss.
In mid-December I was a wreck. I was exhausted and stressed out and in pain. My whole body crashed by 3:30 or 4:00 every afternoon and I wasn’t able to do even the most basic of day-to-day tasks like laundry or grocery shopping without needing serious recovery time. Despite my fatigue, I had severe insomnia and needed to take an OTC sleep aid several nights a week. I came across a blog called GoKaleo.com and learned about basal metabolic rate (BMR) and total daily energy expenditure (TDEE), and since I had to do something to try to feel better, I decided to give eating above my BMR a try. I committed to eating at least 2,500 calories and exercising for 10 minutes every day for 100 days.
Spring is here, although in Maryland you wouldn’t know it from the way old man winter is still hanging on with his icy grip. Easter is also fast approaching, and if you’re looking for a simple but tasty dessert to serve up at your holiday gathering, or just want something sweet that isn’t your typical chocolate fare, try what I call the Dream Cake, also known as a Pig Pickin’ Cake, a Sunshine Cake or a Delight Cake. Not much is known about the history of this cake, but it is a favorite at summer barbeques, especially in the South. I’ve made this a few times and it always turns out to be a hit, mainly because it’s light, moist and the combination of pineapple and mandarin oranges pleases a lot of palates.