My Favorite Spring Recipes & Blogging Baloney

I find blogging to be overwhelming at times.

To the point where I want to scurry down the rabbit hole right after Alice because the Queen of Hearts and the Mad Hatter seem tame by comparison. Plus, there’s magic mushrooms there, which I’m sure will help me get over any creative humps. Hallucinations are bound to be inspiring, unless of course they’re terrifying, which could be potentially advantageous as well. Poltergeist had to come from somewhere.

Spring Recipes Collage

Back to my point.

I love writing this blog and sharing way too much personal information with people I’ve mostly never met. I get a kick out of taking pictures of my food and finding ways to up the pretty factor. Fresh herbs always help. I fancy sharing a behind the scenes moment or two or twelve on Facebook and Instagram. Twitter and I are still trying to work something out.

I am tickled pink whenever one of you makes my recipes and lets me know how you liked it. I am touched beyond belief when you tell me I’ve helped you in some fashion. I’m also inspired by you guys on a daily basis, which is why those connections are absolutely one of my favorite things. It’s also why I respond to pretty much every comment, plague days aside.

That’s the beauty of blogging right there.

There’s so much more to it though, more than I ever realized going in and definitely more than I can comprehend now. Of course, you need to create accounts for the obvious social media channels, and then there’s also Google Plus, Pinterest, Tumblr, Stumble Upon, YouTube, Feedly, Flipboard, Linked In, Mr. Roboto…alright I stole the last one from the Styx, but it’s only a matter of time.    

You spend hours penning a post and hit the publish button to realize your work has only just begun. Now you need to share it on those same social media channels, multiple times if possible. You need to ensure your content is pinnable, then pin it during peak pinning hours, and hit up the Group Boards while you’re at it, being mindful of course of each boards’ unique rules and regulations. Don’t forget there’s also submitting your recipes to the Food Porn sites, cautiously optimistic you’ll get an acceptance email, although ready to go through the entire process again should your response be less than favorable.  

You read other blogs, you share other blogs, you comment on other blogs, and you promulgate other people’s post because they’re awesome and you’re looking for some karmic goodwill. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours. Then you join Facebook sharing groups, Google Plus groups always hoping someone will return the favor, maybe one day making your content go viral, the elusive and illustrious goal.

You learn about Plugins, Code, Recipe Indexes, Galleries, Optimum Photo Sizing, SEO, Facebook Algorithms, Collages, Themes, Analytics, Trending, Editing Software, Hashtags, Media Files, Advertising, Sponsors, and the list goes on and on. There’s rejection and jubilation and enough ups and downs to make my head spin, exorcist style.

To be completely honest, all of the baloney which comes along with blogging is so not my forte. Most days I’d prefer take my non-ass ass down the rabbit hole and bring Oscar with me for comfort. Obviously, I don’t always grasp the rigmarole behind blogging, although I do recognize the value in sharing my content, so I’m going to do it the best way I know how. Right here, in a blog post, on my site, with some of My Favorite Spring Recipes.

These are all repeats so if you’ve seen them before, hopefully you’ll appreciate being reminded again. Also, thanks for listening. I very much appreciate it.

As an aside, if there are any interns out there looking to work for granola, I’d be happy for you to join my little blogging bubble. Taste testing will be a part of the gig and dancing is a kitchen requirement. If you’re interested, hit me up with an email, although not to the Google Plus account because I’ve never accessed that.

MY FAVORITE SPRING RECIPES

Lemon Blueberry Granola

Lemon Blueberry Granola

Coconut Orange Blueberry French Toast

Orange Coconut Blueberry French Toast Ingredients

The Simple Salad Tutorial

Simple Salad

A Pictorial Guide: How To Cook Artichokes

Artichoke

Strawberry Lemon Pasta

Strawberry Pasta Mixed

Easy Oven Roasted Vegetables

Roasted Vegetables Uncooked

Garlic Roasted Asparagus with Cherry Tomatoes

Garlic Roasted Asparagus

Cheddar Scalloped Potatoes

Cheddar Scalloped Potatoes

Ramp Risotto with Pine Nuts

Ramp Risotto

Happy Spring Peeps! Not to be confused with the evil googly-eyed marshmallow ones either. Those things freak me out.

What are some of your favorite Spring recipes? If you’re a blogger, what are your blogging strengths and weaknesses? Wanna be a blogging assistant?The pay is nuts, literally.   

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Confessions of a Sick Individual

When I say ‘sick individual,’ I don’t mean in a dark and twisty Meredith Grey type way, although we certainly know that’s in my veins too.

I simply mean I still have the plague, which is rather unfortunate since hubris is making me eat my words. Stupid, shoddy immune system.

This illness is absolutely inopportune, completely bothersome, wholly unnecessary and a bunch comical. Alright fine, it might not be roll on the floor type funny, but if we can’t laugh at ourselves in the dark times, when can we laugh at ourselves? Sure, sure the obvious answer is the happy times, and ya know what? I’ve been there and done that already, which is why I find it more worthwhile to see the humor when things aren’t all sunshine and rainbows. Hence the reason for today’s post: Confessions of a Sick Individual.

Thanks for letting me think Out Loud Ms. Amanda.

Web MD Sick

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1) I went through two boxes of tissues. On Monday.

2) I found out the Sudafed they keep behind the pharmacy counter is the good stuff. You just have to sign your life away and promise not to make meth in order to get it. Since I was a horrible Chemistry student, I had no problems doing either.

3) Sometimes I blow my nose so forcefully, I also pass wind. It was shocking to me the first time it happened. The seventeenth time, not so much.

4) I’ve had entire days where I can’t breathe from my nostrils, which hasn’t stop me from trying. It also means I sound like a bear charging a small Woodlawn creature.

Nostrills Clogged Sick

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5) Speaking of sounds, when I blow my nose, it’s louder than a gaggle of geese flying overhead. Honking might be a more apt term. I’ve scared Oscar countless times now.

6) I am living on soups, smoothies and bananas. Mmm bananas.

7) I ran the entire dishwasher last night with only four things in it because I couldn’t bear to hand wash the blender. I know, I know, I’m turning in my Eco Friendly Green Card now.  

8) I coat my chest in enough Vick’s VapoRub each night to the point where I resemble a slip n slide.

9) I ate vitamins that fell on the floor, which is never a good thing in a house with two cats.

Sound of Music Sick

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10) I spend half my days with tissues jammed up my nose. It’s super hot and certainly efficient. You can give me my Green Card back now, or not since…. 

11) My nightly routine involves sitting in a steaming hot shower until the water runs out and I’m left shivering and limp, like a wet noodle which has been cooked too long.  

12) I’ve read all your lovely comments on my last post announcing my sad and sorry state, although I haven’t responded to a single one. Forgive me.

13) Last night, an equally urgent need to pee and wipe my nose awoke me from my slumber. Since I had snot running down my face like the River Nile, I opted to blow first. It was the wrong judgment call.  

Blow Your Nose Sick

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14) Cherry flavored cough syrup goes down worse than whiskey.

15) I’ve lost all sense of appropriateness, although let’s be totally honest. That actually happened years ago.

Your turn. Tell me one really embarrassing sick story. I won’t reveal your secret to anyone. I promise.

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The Plague…Dun, Dun, Dun

I’ve got the plague.

Or really just a cold and a bad sore throat, since my strep test came back negative. It feels like I’m swallowing shards of glass though, so that’s always a good time. My face is a faucet with no off switch, and there’s a high probability I smell too. ♫ I’m bringing sexy back. Them other boys don’t know how to act. ♫

Typically when I feel the first inkling of illness, I immediately call in reinforcements in the form of doubling my intake of nutrients, tripling my vitamin C, gargling with salt water, taking it easy, grabbing a nap, and waking up the next day feeling refreshed and back to my usual ornery self. This is my tried and true method, and it has worked well the last few years, including my most recent Pajama Day. Not this time though since I’ve been down and out for multiple days, to the point where I went and saw a doctor yesterday. Gasp!    

While most people would wallow in their illness or pretend they are larger than life and barrel right through it, it just pisses me off. I am an irked, irritated, grumbling, bumbling, snotty mess. I mean seriously. How can I possibly be sick? Am I not super human? (rhetorical questions, no need to answer) I ingest enough bee pollen on a regular basis my immune system should be in peak conditioning. That mother trucker should have ninja skills, like Kung Fu Panda or Jackie Chan. He should be able to ward off five attackers with the pinky finger on his left hand, when we all know he’s right-handed.

I expect my immune system to fight, fight hard, and go down fighting. What it shouldn’t do is catch a silly, stupid little bug. I feel duped, a little tired and a lot cranky pants. Alright maybe I’m doing the wallowing thing. Obviously, I am a crappy patient who’s already completely caught up on Grey’s Anatomy and all the Housewives, sans Miami. I still can’t stomach those suckers.

As such, I don’t have a blog post for you today. I’m sure you understand, and if you want to send some chickenless noodle soup my way, I’d happily accept. I’ll catch you on the flip side or Instagram because social media does not stop for a simple virus, even if my immune systems does.*

*Kicks ground repeatedly with feet, all while muttering under her breath.    

When was the last time you were sick, and how did you handle it? Are you a crappy patient too? I’m like a bear with a thorn in his paw. Good times, good times.

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