Butter swim biscuits…

Last Wednesday, when I was at my dance partner Kathleen’s house between belly dance classes, she showed me what she baked earlier that day. 

You guessed it, butter swim biscuits. She let me smell them, and I looked at them. They made my mouth water.

Within one minute, I found a gluten-free recipe almost identical to the conventional recipe she used. 

Friday morning, Marty’s birthday, I decided to make the biscuits. I failed. Dammit. I did everything correctly and knew I failed before putting them in the oven. 

The dough was described in the recipe as a moist dough. I had a soupy mess. Shit. I added more flour than the recipe called for just until it came together. I proceeded with the recipe.

As they baked, I thought I saved them. I let them cool as instructed. Then I tried serving them. The insides were gooey. I was pissed. We ate one each, but eating it wasn’t pleasant, and we needed salt big time.

The next day, I went on YouTube and watched Southern cooks turn out the most glorious butter swim biscuits, and there was no fussy shit.

I watched their technique and how they measured their flour by scooping a cup into it. I used to measure flour this way, and that’s why I failed.

When I follow gluten-free baking recipes, they are always more complicated than necessary. Every gluten-free blogger tries to up the others since they compete for how many subscriptions they have.

“You must not scoop when measuring your flour; you spoon the flour into the cup.” 

I follow the instructions if I want these gluten-free recipes to come out correctly. The next time I make the recipe, I cut out the bullshit extra steps and dishes.

The butter swim recipe I used had very few instructions for measuring the ingredients, followed by stirring it until a “moist dough” is formed.

There were no demo photos like most food blogs. Photos are extremely helpful, which is why I use them when I am writing a recipe.

I guess I back-seat drove the first time and measured my flour the “professional’ way. That was my mistake, silly Julz.

On Sunday morning, I needed to try making these butter whatamacallits again. Did I have to? Yes! I was still pissy; the first ones didn’t come out. I HATE wasting food and ingredients.

This time, I got to bake the way I used to, plunging the measuring cup right into the container of flour.

I added salt to the recipe, as all the Southern cooks did on YouTube. I was pleased with the outcome of the butter swim biscuits. They looked, tasted, and smelled like the ones I saw on YouTube.

After writing this, I know many people are shaking their heads and saying, “tisk tisk” at how bad these biscuits are for you since they are “swimming” in butter.

Butter swim biscuits use the same amount of butter or shortening as regular biscuits. These biscuits are a treat, not something you can eat daily unless you want to end up in a cath lab. 

Scones also use the same amount of butter, so I rarely make them. I believe food and eating should be thought of as “everything in moderation.

For example, if I want to eat a scone, biscuits and gravy, or high-fat items, I’d rather eat a small amount and be satisfied than make a low-fat version. Moderation.

So would I recommend making butter swim biscuits? Absolutely! They are also the easiest biscuits to make. 

We had the biscuits over three days with sausage gravy, preserves, and ham. They are so filling that you can only eat one, which helps when counting fat and cholesterol levels. 

I must admit I miss the days when I could buy pop & fresh biscuits and crack open that tube, like winding a jack in the box. Pop!

So, if you like dense, crunchy, and buttery af biscuits, these are for you! 

Just google butter swim biscuits, and a slew of recipes will come up, or go on YouTube and check out the southern cooks that helped me. 😊

Stay tuned…

Three words, butter swim biscuits. Yes, they are a thing and they are delicious.

I’ll be writing a post about them in a couple of days. In the meantime, be well and I’ll catch up with you soon. ☀️

Birthday…

Today is Marty’s birthday! I made his card for him this year.

It’s very simple since I am a just starting to learn how to draw, but I think I captured Nelly’s sweetness.

Happy Friday! 💖

Art lessons…

Since I took art classes back in my school days, I’ve always wanted to take more. Life didn’t allow that until now.

I still always think I have to take any kind of classes in person. Why the hell I don’t think about online classes is beyond me.

My friend Arthur who lives next door has many of the same wants on our still to do lists.

One day he shared he was taking art lessons on line. I was like…oohhhh.

I think he is most interested in painting where I wanted to learn to draw and sketch. Perhaps eventually learning to paint as well.

Arthur gave me the name of the online teacher he uses and I checked him out. Then I found another art teacher from Vancouver.

Michael Markowsky created lessons during the initial lockdown during the pandemic.

The lesson are free but you can send him small donations which I plan to do.

I like his way of teaching and noticed many of the same methods to his teaching as mine in teaching belly dancing.

He makes noises and sound effects when he is demonstrating drawing shapes. I think of music and our dance moves as shapes as well.

Bottom line, I get this guy. Today, I attempted my first perspective drawing.

I have already seen where I mistakes and I need to get a small ruler to make the perspective lines straight.

Am I happy with what I have learned in the first three weeks of lessons? Fuck yeah.

I am a right-sided thinker and found drawing shapes and shading difficult.

I have to pause the video and practice a few times that day and the next before proceeding with the lesson.

One day, after an hour and a half of a lesson, my brain hurt the way it used to when during standardized testing as a student.

We were encouraged to draw one or two rooms in our homes before starting the next lesson. Our bedroom is next.

I have not learned how to add small details and circles or ovals yet.

When I walk into rooms now, my eyes search for the perspective point in the room and can draw the room in my head.

That’s progress my friends I am super stoked about. Yay!

Enjoy the rest of your Sunday guys.

Galentine’s Day tea party…

When my friend Maria planned a bonfire cookie party to celebrate her 60th birthday, she texted me that she knew I wouldn’t be able to come.

I couldn’t go because of my lung disease and the smoke. I was so touched that she remembered and thought of it.

She went on to text why don’t we do a tea party to celebrate both of our birthdays. 

Of course, I began planning what type of tea sandwiches, tea cakes, and sweets to make. 

I also invited our friend Kat to join us. Kat and I have been belly dancing for 20 years. 

Kat and Maria were friends. She brought Maria to one of our belly dance shows. I think she came to class the following week.

Yesterday morning, I found an article about Galentine’s Day. Here’s the article I read to find out about it.

What Is Galentine’s Day? Meaning and Origin of the Modern Holiday | YourDictionary

“Gal”entines Day can be celebrated between February 1 and 13. The tea party was set for Saturday, February 10, so it qualified 

I baked Earl gray tea cakes on Friday and glazed them with a made-from-scratch lavender glaze. Next, I baked lemon bars made with Meyer lemons. They came out amazing. 

Finding Meyer lemons at Trader Joe’s that were $2.99 a bag, the same price as conventional and less than $3.99 for organic, is fantastic. 

Just before the party, I made two kinds of tea sandwiches. The first was a cucumber and Boursin cheese sandwich. I used the Boursin cheese I made for “Sydney’s omelet.” It made the sandwiches so flavorful. 

I forgot to take a photo of the sandwich platter. 😑

I whipped up a small batch of curried egg salad for the other sandwiches. The table setting came together quickly since I had a lot of different serving pieces and dishes.

Maria brought a tea party floral arrangement in a teacup. It couldn’t have been more perfect!

Nelly was a little doll and so happy to have friends over. She loves Maria, and she took her to Kat immediately. She settled into her little bed in the dining room. She would go over to Kat for a little loving. 

She also spent her time inside Maria’s sweater that was hung on the stair post. Nelly smelled Maria & Jon’s three dogs, two donkeys, two chickens, one cat, and a flock of sheep. 

Note…the sweater didn’t smell like any of the animals to a human’s nose. LOL.

I have always loved having tea parties since I was a little girl, plus I got to use my Mema’s rosebud teacups. I have beautiful memories of Mema and me drinking tea and having Stella Dora Anisette Toast. 💖

My friends and I enjoyed the food and tea. We had fun conversations and lots of laughs, exactly like the new holiday we had learned about, Galentine’s Day!

I took the leftover cookies with me to Martin’s dinner party last and got to share them with my other friends. Life is really good.

Crystal dance…

Our bathroom window.

Since Marty finally got his CPAP machine last week we both have been sleeping! Yay! 🤩

Feeling well rested and the sun shining brightly for days has me in high-gear cleaning mode.

I needed to give our upstairs a good cleaning and every day I accomplished a couple of projects.

The projects are things that I knew needed to be done such as high and low dusting.

Our two chandeliers also needed a dusting big time and I set up a CPAP area next to Marty’s side of the bed.

When it was in the low 50s this afternoon I tackled the four upstairs windows.

I was still in a funk and didn’t feel like fall cleaning them plus I didn’t do them in the springtime because I was still unwell.

Honestly, the windows were horrible . I am a clean freak so I was so disgusted when I noticed how much of the glorious sunshine wasn’t getting through the grime.

Now, the windows look fantastic and the rooms are brighter.

After I cleaned the mini chandelier in the bathroom I noticed how the reflections of the crystals danced around the room.

In true Julz fashion, I called Marty to come see. Him and my boys always come to look at things I show them.

I didn’t realize it’s living in the moment which I have been doing for as long as I can remember, not just something new when I pulled my head out of my ass this fall.

Big full moons or perfect crescents. The sky on a clear night. Star gazing, rainbows, big snowflakes, sun rises and sun sets, the smell of a summer rain. You get the picture.

I have a few more projects then I’ll be baking sweets for a tea party I am hosting on Saturday.

Many of you will recognize one of my guests, I’ll be sure to take photos.

Play time and other strange things…

I haven’t written about Nelly lately. She has been enjoying the glorious sunshine we’ve had for the last few days as much as we have. 

Nelly loves to play and is also great about keeping herself occupied. When she’s tired, she naps. 

She always finds a warm, sunny spot in the house when it’s sunny out. I’ve been joining her, living in her moment. 

On Saturdays, when Marty is at the Troy Farmers Market, she looks out the window for him.

Yesterday, the three of us hopped in the truck and went to Clifton Park, NY. We had errands to run but found time for an adventure at PetSmart. 

Marty said Nelly’s heart was racing when she met her first kitties. My heart broke watching how interested and cute the cats were waiting to be adopted.

Getting out and “going for a ride” through farmlands with blue skies and sunshine galore felt great. Hallelujah! We have another one of those days today!☀️

“The” omelete…

One of my favorite TV series is “The Bear.” I’m not going to get into the series or episodes, but in season two, Sydney makes Natalie, who is pregnant, an omelet. An omelet that is made with so much care and love.

After watching that episode, I started craving Sydney’s omelet. I watched Sydney several times making the omelet, taking note of Chef Sydney’s carefully prepared ingredients and techniques.

I made my first ever Boursin cheese and bought a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips, something I hardly ever purchase. I finely chopped some chives and was ready to go.

Marty likes to turn everything into a competition, which I knew when I asked him if we wanted to make our omelets together.

This is what was left in the sieve. When working on your culinary skills, this is a necessary step.

Marty is a better short-order cook than I am and can make a perfect French omelet. It is harder than you think.

This is why an executive chef will ask an applicant to make a French omelet. It tells them everything they need to know about the person’s skills.

Marty’s omelet is on the left, and mine is on the right.

I circled the flaws in my omelet in these two photos.

Long story short, Marty made a perfect omelet, while mine had two golden patches. I would not have been hired if this was an interview.

I know most people would think, “Big shit,” that I had flaws in my omelet, but I am working on my skills, and this bugged the hell out of me.

The last scrumptious bite.

The omelet is a viral recipe, and people are going nuts over it. We aren’t the type to try anything viral like people do on TikTok, but this was different because we “know” Chef Sydney.

Many people are making the omelet their own by using different chips, but we wanted to make it exactly as it was on the show.

I’m skeptical if cheddar jalapeño chips would have paired with the Boursin cheese, or would it take over?

It was every bit as delicious as it looked on the show. The smooth Boursin cheese and the sour cream and onion ruffle chips crunch were a flavor bomb with a great mouth feel.

Even perfectly cooked French omelets can be a bit bland, but this takes it to the next level. That is why this scene in the episode and the recipe is the talk of the town.

Meat mallet 101…

Call it what you will: meat mallet, pounder, or tenderizer. I have a 4-sided one that is about 30 years old. I have a flat pounder that I never use for meat but as a hammer.

It’s part of my Italian tool kit, which contains a pounder, a butter knife, duct tape, and zip ties. That’s what my dad called it, but I have to tell you this tool kit is very useful.

I admit that even though I had a 4-sided mallet, I never used all four sides. I never even thought about them until recently.

I become a better cook every day and love to share everything I have learned or taught myself with you. If only I learned these things decades ago.

Every kitchen needs to have a meat mallet, whether you are a vegetarian or vegan. Their use is not limited to only meats.

You can use a mallet to crush garlic, nuts, and olives to remove pits, peppercorns, potatoes, rice, lemongrass, cardamom pods, crackers, cookies, or candies. Pretty handy, right?

I wanted to attempt to make braciole, Italian stuffed meat that is braised in tomato sauce; again, I watched a video on how to make it and how to pound the meat with a mallet properly.

I felt stupid; I didn’t know how to use a mallet properly. You learn by doing, so that’s what I did. The braciole came out good! 100% better than my previous too-tough and thick version

Last Saturday, I wanted to make stuffed pork tenderloin. I remembered what I learned from the braciole and took photos as I went along.

Sam was visiting for the weekend, taking a class, so while he and Marty were out of the house, I prepped our dinner. This was perfect so I could spend more time with them instead of alone in the kitchen.

Knowing how to use a meat mallet is so much easier now. It’s all about using all 4-sides and letting gravity do the work—no more upper body workouts when preparing dinner.

The tenderloin opened like a book turned into this!

I removed the silverskin and butterflied the pork by carefully cutting it horizontally, like opening a book, making sure I didn’t cut all the way through.

Here is a video I watched: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQplmbaTzao

Next, I placed the open book on the cutting board and covered it with plastic wrap. I used side number one, then two, three, and the flat side. Gravity did the work.

The first pork tenderloin came out textbook perfect; the larger one I cut a little too far in the middle. Ugh! I repaired it when I used butcher’s twine to tie the stuffed tenderloin closed

The stuffed tenderloin in the distance looks like it did before I started, the front one not so much. 😕

I made a simple stuffing for the pork; you can use any recipe or boxed stuffing mix. I added cooked chestnuts since I have a few bags on hand.

The chestnuts gave the stuffing a delightful sweetness Marty and Sam couldn’t put their fingers on. I am so glad I tried this; now I’ll always put them into stuffing.

Ocean State Job Lot always has packages of cooked chestnuts at their registers. How random, right?

I always stock up on them since I use them for a pasta sauce with chestnuts and mushrooms and a dish called chestnut chicken.

I seasoned the meat with onion & garlic powder, kosher salt & pepper, and paprika, then put it into the fridge until dinner.

I popped the pork into a 400-degree oven and roasted it for about 30 minutes or until it registered an internal temperature of 145-150 degrees.

I also made garlic & parmesan sweet potatoes, a recipe Sam found turned out to be a keeper. Here is the link to the recipe:

https://www.eatwell101.com/garlic-parmesan-roasted-sweet-potato-recipe

The sweet potatoes didn’t turn mushy; you could remove them still “shingled” when plating.

A few green beans sauteed in butter, kosher salt & pepper rounded out the plate. Marty requested this meal that he loved for his birthday dinner next month. Yay!

Don’t let seemingly intimidating recipes, like braciole, dictate what you can make or not. Try it if you have never used a meat mallet or use it often. What else can I do with a mallet, you may ask?

Chicken that has been tenderized and pounded thinner is perfect for chicken parm, chicken marsala, grilled chicken, or breaded chicken cutlets for sandwiches. The same goes for pork or flank steaks. Trust me on this.

If you don’t have a meat mallet, they run from $9.99 to $30 at most stores or on Amazon. I recommend a 4-sided one, but the decision will be yours.

It will make you a better cook if it inspires you to become one like me. I always want to get better at everything I do, like dancing, gardening, drawing, and writing. I will never settle for “good enough.”

Reccurring dreams…

All images were found on Pinterest.

For the last few years, I have had three stressful recurring dreams. How I feel in these dreams is being lost, unprepared, stressed, and bewildered. 

I know the places in these three places. I spent significant time in these places and sometimes felt like I didn’t belong. 

One dream is returning to a job and returning to the same shit show I had in reality.

Another dream is being lost in a city I thought I knew and couldn’t understand why things weren’t where I thought they were. 

The last dream is going down the stairs in a train station and always being on the wrong side of the track, unable to get to work or home. 

As soon as I wake up from these dreams, I remember them in detail, reviewing how the scenario differed from the last. 

I have these dreams every other week or so. Having these dreams without a positive or better outcome is stressful and tiring. 

As I dream, I am aware I am having these dreams again. I dread that I am in these situations again. I say to myself in the dream things like, oh no! This shit is happening again, or why? What the fuck?

God knows I have written about my mental health since the beginning of this blog. People who experience reoccurring dreams and nightmares are usually dealing with depression, PTSD, anxiety, and panic disorder. That’s me.

These are common recurring dreams with definite meanings. Researching the implications of these dreams includes feeling lost, not fitting in, and not where I should be at this point in my life, either spiritually or physically.

I never feel lost or do not fit in because I am highly adaptable. I am confident about who I am—not being at the right place at this point in my life? Well, hell, I’m not a millionaire yet. Lol. 

Am I at a point in my life where I am stuck? I had one of these dreams again last night after having one just a few days ago. I felt compelled to write about it today.

I’m not looking for advice; I’m writing about it because I want to share important things about my life. This has turned into a more significant something lately.

From the beginning of this blog, my goal was to be my true, honest, authentic self. A fucked up person at times, yet someone who tries her hardest to be kind, loyal, supportive, and loving with all her heart.

I’ve been told I am a highly evolved soul, which you can read about in the “My Gifts” section of the blog. Older souls agree to help people in their soul cluster learn lessons.

Perhaps I feel this way because the relationships and lessons I agreed to weren’t fulfilled in this life again. Am I the problem? Are they my lessons or the other people’s in agreement? I don’t know.

Some agreements crashed and burned even though I tried my hardest with different people in different scenarios. People who constantly manipulated me and caused me heartache, stress, and pain.

However, I’ve said for years that I must have been one stupid son of a bitch in a past lifetime; to deserve hurt and pain. Was it karma?

Ironically, that was the name, stupid son of a bitch; my mother screamed at me when I was a child. 😞 What kind of person does that?

These complex agreements and scenarios have made me the strong person I am. A person who never wants another person to feel the way I felt.

This makes sense to me now. My message could be to let go of the past and move on, which is much easier said than done, and how?

Many hours later, as I researched more answers to this piece, I stumbled upon an article about whether these are recurring dreams or lost parts of my soul.

Bingo! As I read the title, I realized I had lost pieces of my soul whenever I had to go into survival mode. This usually comes from trauma, sickness, and abuse, whether it’s mental, physical, or emotional.

As I am thinking about where I lost pieces of my soul, I can pinpoint where and when it happened. I went into survival mode when I was a child. I have lived in survival mode for most of my adult life.

Wow! I’ve done soul retrievals on myself in past life regressions, and one occurred when I was a baby in this lifetime. It’s time for me to get back to work.

Whenever I am troubled, writing is therapeutic for me. In my report, such as today, I found an excellent place to start finding ways to get all of me back.

Writing certainly helps with healing, but I still have a long way to go. I didn’t realize until my mother passed away how broken, hurt, disappointed, and angry she left me.

The part that hit me the hardest was that she never apologized for anything she did to me, and now she never will. This goes back to the agreement I mentioned earlier, which crashed and burned.

Could taking pieces of my soul back help me leave those traumas and abuse in the past?

Have any of you had recurring dreams? You don’t have to answer in the comment section, but you can email me at julziestyle@gmail.com if you would like to share your experiences with me.

Enjoy your day tomorrow; we are in for another snowy day here in Arlington, VT, which is fine with me. ❄️

Update…I lost a few more readers with this post. Some people can’t handle things I write about concerning past lives and spiritual things that aren’t their own.

I can’t take it personally or let it bother me. I know I am not everyone’s cup of tea. 🫖