I can definitely tell when I’m subconsciously managing my stress. It manifests in me hitting the kitchen like a tornado and spending hours poring over cookbooks and pondering substitutes for ingredients like buttermilk…
which, in case you’re wondering, there are multiple fixes for – the easiest for me was to mix Cream of Tartar with milk.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize the correlation between my anxiety level and the fact that Blogalicious is in 12 days. I’m not so much “anxious” as I am busy, busy, busy tying up loose ends and lining up details and finalizing plans. It’s a lot to manage and still be mindfully present at home.
And so busting out the KitchenAid mixer and sifting through the refrigerator for rarely used condiments is my way of regaining control over outcomes and blowing off steam. This weekend that meant a Football Sunday Menu of:
I sense a casserole coming on.