He had been talking to me about his prowess in the kitchen. Specifically, how amazing his zoodles were. For the record, I don’t think he called them zoodles. I’ve heard other people refer to them that way. You know what I mean. Zucchini that’s been cut into “noodle” form and then used as a pasta, instead of traditional grain-based pasta options. I’ve always been interested. Seriously. More veggies in my life that are tasty and delicious?! Yes, please! (There is no snark meant in that comment. I am seriously open to all the tasty options when it comes to...Read More
Author: Jen Busfield
Love meeting friends at The Blend & co., one of the awesome spots for great beverage and tasty-nibbles in downtown Burlington. This morning was no exception. Not a sponsored post. Consider this blog a PSA. Because, if you like a little heat in your life, you should know about a couple of things available on their menu. Pictured above is the Killer Bee latte, a delightful mix of espresso, milk (of course) and then honey, cinnamon and cayenne pepper (in my cup – which, by the way, you get a discount when you bring your own cup). I learned...Read More
We all deal with hurricane prep in our own way. (At the time this is being written, North Carolina is expecting Florence to hit hard in the next few days.) For this little home office, getting a much needed ink delivery BEFORE the storm hits was a huge win. Sure, the power may go out. (I have a generator for the important things.) But, if it doesn’t, as my local world hunkers down to ride out the storm, I can happily work on reports and back-of-the-house tasks, that include a lot of printing… I’m working on an epic accounting...Read More
I can feel it creeping in…the paranoia, a dark-cloudy hysteria. And I’m fighting it back for all I’m worth… Like the pain that creeps into my joints when the storms roll in, I feel the fear seeping into my mindspace. And I really, really… – am fighting for peace. Peace. A word that I can’t help but think is more of a verb than a noun. Life’s storms have a way of helping us reframe, reset; force us to see our existence from a new perspective. What really matters? If everything gets wiped out, what still stands? How do...Read More
I told him…this friend of mine who isn’t a parent yet, but has seen me raise the one I’ve got for the last 7 years or so… It’s weird to feel your heart shine with pride over growth and break with the knowledge of time-passed, all at the same time. — Right? (Talking to my fellow parents here.) It’s massive to think about all the moments that pass, the moments you can never get back. — The kid calls to me from the bathroom… “Mom, I think I’m growing a beard too!” We’ve all (talking about the family here)...Read More
About Me: Jen Busfield
Mom (son with High Functioning Autism). Small Biz Owner. Author. Traveler. Blogger. Adventurer. Lover. Foodie. Geek. Picture taker. Silly dancer. Music lover. Latina.
- Pesto Zoodles with Chia Seeds
- Keeping It Spicy at The Blend & co.
- Delivery Before the Storm
- Plethora of Prayers | September 11, 2018
- Boy Chin Has An Expiration Date
- When the Human Meal Preps
- Plethora of Prayers | September 10, 2018
- 2018 Love Letters: Eleven
- Reflections – Year 37 Day 241
- Don’t Be Angry
2018 Love Letters
I started writing love letters in 2010. I don’t see any reason to stop. Check out the 2018 letters here. More coming soon.