Post cooking and eating.
Post cooking and eating.
Skillet Collards with Mushrooms & Eggs. Ingredients:
- Olive oil or coconut oil
- Your choice of mushrooms – cut into thin slices (I used baby bella)
- 2 cloves garlic – minced
- One large bunch of collard greens – hard stems removed, and cut into 1-inch ribbons
- 4 eggs
- Season with salt and pepper and chili pepper flakes.
- Additional toppings (optional):
- Feta cheese, goat cheese or shaved parmesan cheese
Method: Heat a 10 or 12 inch cast iron skillet over medium-high fire. Swirl in some oil to coat the skillet well. Add in mushrooms, and cook for a minute or until the mushrooms are almost tender. Stir in garlic, and cook until fragrant. Then add in the collard greens, and cook until the green begins to wilt (stir greens while cooking). Make four wells in between the greens. Crack an egg into each well. Lower the heat, cover, and let cook undisturbed for 4-5 minutes. When the eggs are cooked to your liking, remove from heat, season lightly with Sweet Ginger Sea Salt, and sprinkle generously with Aleppo Chili Pepper Flakes or Marash Chili Flakes. Top with cheese and serve.
Struggling hard to find a balance between understanding that everyone has worth and is deserving of kindness and being real fucking annoyed at people who suck and just don’t get it
Madeleine L’Engle on creativity, writing, censorship, and the art of disturbing the universe – spectacular read.
"Each and every one of us has the capacity to be an oppressor. I want to encourage each and everyone of us to interrogate how we might be an oppressor and how we might be able to become liberators for ourselves and for each other."
My cousin tells me she has bought land and built her own home. We spend really good time together actually connecting. A walks in and tells me he loves me, shakes her hand and leaves. She looks shocked like something big has just happened. I roll my eyes and explain to her that he means “like a sister.” She doesn’t get it. I tell her it’s not something you “get” it’s something you accept. Then I begin building my own house with lots of windows and light. I’m smoothing out some kind of paint like plaster on the floor. Everything is white. My hands are covered in gooey white crisp paint and I’m finishing the walls and floors with tje stuff. I’m singing LaVieBohem and enjoying that I am the only person in the world who matters at that particular moment.
I wake up missing how peaceful it was to be by myself with paint on my hands. Sing laviebohem a few more times cause the feeling comes back a little each time. Then tumblr, now I go back to sleep.
If I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.
-Hayao Miyazaki (x)
Six hundred goddamn AD
Six hundred. Goddamn AD.
This needs to be en-grained in every single living human.
WHERE ALL MY BROWN AMI’S and ABU’S AT??!! TRYNNA RAISE ME LIKE WE STILL LIVING IN THE 20th century.
Masquerade and wedding. Met some amazing women :)
“North Melbourne Study 20”
Oil on board
University of Wollongong collection 2013