Chickens, Mama + Joy

When I came in, I’d decided that I wanted eggs but I wanted them a specific way. I wanted them the way Mama made them.

HerbalTarot_6Cups001Today’s card is because of my breakfast. Strange, I know, but oh so true. I have today off due to swapping shifts with someone at work. Instead of my mad dash out the door, I made myself breakfast after walking the dogs and after a soak in the hot tub.

I know, right? Decadent.

When I came in, I’d decided that I wanted eggs but I wanted them a specific way. I wanted them the way Mama made them.

Now, I have to confess that my mother was no amazing cook when I was growing up. She was a single mother who worked her ass off so breakfast was haphazard some days. I tended to want rice and soy sauce for breakfast.

I’ll pause while you mull that one over.

Done?

But on those rare days when the three of us didn’t have to dashing off hither and yon, she might ask if we wanted hens in a basket. That was pretty much always a yes from me.

I’ve found myself missing my mama lately. Strange since she’s been gone 11.5 years. I’ll always know how long she’s been gone since my niece was nine months old when she passed. I’m happy she got to have those precious few months with AM.

So I decided to indulge my nostalgia and my belly by making hens in a basket. This is such an easy dish and has many different names. But because it is tied so tightly to a memory of my mama, I’m assigning it to the nostalgic Six of Cups.

I should also point out that this was my first working deck. The first one that I truly studied. Did my first paid for reading with this deck. So yeah, nostalgia all around.

Six of Cups Hens In A Basket

1 Sandwich Round
2 Eggs
2 TBS butter
salt
pepper

Take a wine glass and cut out the center of each side of the sandwich round. If you like more bread, use regular slices.

Melt the butter in a skillet. I prefer cast iron. Just make sure you don’t burn the butter.

Put the bread in the skillet. Don’t forget the centers you cut out. What do you mean you already ate one? LOL

Let that cook just a minute or so–not too long. Then crack an egg into the center of each piece of bread.

Salt/pepper to taste.

When the edges of the eggs start curling up a bit, carefully turn the egg and bread over. Let it cook to your preference. I’m an over-easy gal (HEY! I heard that snicker. RUDE!) so I don’t let it sit for very long.

Serve it up and dig in!

I told you it was super easy. And there are dozens if not hundreds of variations on this one.

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Your journal prompt today is, “What food makes me nostalgic? Who does it make me nostalgic for? How can I best remember them today?”

See the index for this ongoing Tarot&Food project here.

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Water, Devils and Demons

Herbal_DevilToday’s card always makes me ask, “Who made me do it?” See, I don’t believe in the Devil as a Christian construct of behaviour correction. I do believe in evil as a motivation for action though. Confused? It’s okay. I can be convoluted. It’s one of my many charms. GRIN!

Thoreau (1817-1862) asked, “What demon possessed me that I behaved so well?”

Wouldn’t that have been a better attitude than “The Devil made me do it” as an excuse? Both use a similar perception though that I just can’t get behind.

See, I have this nagging idea that I am responsible for myself. That I, as a grown-assed woman, have to say:

I did that because I was tired and out of sorts. I let my emotions get away from me.

I did that because I was afraid. I let my lizard brain take over.

You know…basic self-responsibility statements. Annoying, right?

I’ve had a lot of discussion with myself that start with, “Well if X hadn’t made me angry” that end with me having to admit that X didn’t make me angry. I allowed myself to become angry. I’m not saying that anger isn’t a valid emotion or response. What I’m saying is that I have control of my emotions. I am, as I pointed out, a grown-assed woman.

  • No one made me eat that piece of cake.

    No one made me angry.

    No one made me cry.

    No one made me happy.

    NO one made me do anything.

  • Unless I’m puppet in which case can someone please show me where the strings are and who might be attached to them?

    Yeah, that’s what I thought too. No puppet master.

    I won’t buy “Devil made me do bad” any more than I buy “demon made me do good.” I get to own both of those things. My actions are controlled by me.

    I won’t ask you to commit to 180 seconds today for this concept. Instead, I’ll ask that you take that three minutes to do something completely off-topic. I’m asking you to turn off the water while you wash your hands.

    Crazy, right? Doesn’t even compute as belonging to this topic. I know, but it is very important to me.

    Water is precious. Here in Texas we are facing another drought. If you wet your hands, then turn off the water, you can then soap your hands for however long without wasting the water. Same for brushing your teeth. Per The Daily Green, you can also save up to 8 gallons of water a day simply by turning off the tap while you brush your teeth in the morning and at night.

    Check out these 100 ways to conserve water.

    So, today’s post was about devils, demons and water. I take full responsibility for the juxtaposition. Maybe the devil made the drought?

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