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Jeremy and I are in Asheville this week but my hea

Jeremy and I are in Asheville this week but my heart has been heavy. From George Floyd to continued news of mass shootings.
And this is what I know for sure...
Justice is not one act. It’s not one verdict. There is no, “There we did it. Justice. Next.”
Justice is fluid. It is a lifetime of learning and unlearning and speaking up and listening and accountability and restoration and correcting.
With the accountability that has taken place with George Floyd’s murder my fear is that we (white people) will move on. I’m afraid of the “you got your justice” mentality.
This would be like saying to our children or to our own body, there, I fed you. It’s done. You should not be hungry again.
But the baby will be hungry again. My body will be hungry again. In just a few hours, in fact. Which is why I think it’s so poignant that Jesus says, “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice...” (Matthew 5:6, NLT)
Hunger and justice are intertwined. They are not satisfied with a single act. It is a lifetime of feeding. A lifetime of reading and listening and voting and signing petitions and donating and praying.
And I just wanted to say it publicly, I will keep feeding others and feeding myself and I will keep showing up for justice. And I will still burn meals, but I’ll keep feeding people. And I will get issues on justice and anti-racism wrong, and I’ll be corrected, but I’ll keep showing up.
#blacklivesmatter✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

She has a sugar rim and I don’t even know who I

She has a sugar rim and I don’t even know who I am anymore 😂 but this is, in fact, the best Lemon Drop Martini 🍋 🍸
Let’s make it together! Tomorrow I am going Live at 5:30pm ET for happy hour! We will talk all things Everyday Kitchen Masterclass! I seriously cannot wait to take another group of people thru this course in just a few weeks!
If you want to make the Lemon Drop with me:
🍋 2 oz vodka or gin
🍋 1 oz Cointreau or Grand Mariner
🍋 1 oz fresh squeezed lemon juice
🍋 3/4 oz honey simple syrup
Mocktail:
🍋 Lemon soda water
🍋 Juice from half a Clementine
🍋 Juice from half a lemon
🍋 1 TBS honey simple syrup
I’m so excited to hang out with you tomorrow! 🥳🥳

Here is how we keep finding our way back to each o

Here is how we keep finding our way back to each other. An essay✨
Last night Jeremy and I threw a virtual dinner party in the form of a cooking class to celebrate our 10 year anniversary.
10 years ago we thought we would celebrate this anniversary by going back to the place where we honeymooned. And yet here we are in a pandemic, in our home, in our kitchen, cooking our celebratory dinner and live-streaming it to 70 internet friends as they cooked alongside us.
It was fun and funny and delicious and we talked about tattoos, and explored the extreme views on washing or not washing your mushrooms, and how making risotto is a lot like tending to a relationship ...
We were not in Greece but we were together and laughing and eating alongside some of the most lovely people we’ve not met in real life.
In the words of Jeff Goldblum’s character on Jurassic Park, life finds a way. Except maybe it’s that we found a way. We found a way to each other. We keep finding our way back to each other. We set up zoom calls and added face masks to our wardrobe and shipped gifts and sipped drinks on driveways and patios. All to find our way to each other.
And then, last night I taught how to uniformly cut a carrot so all the carrots will roast evenly and then after the lesson I said, “Also, it’s just a carrot.” And a 10 year anniversary feels big but also, it is just an anniversary. There will be more. More carrots to cut, more special occasions to celebrate, but there is only one you and me. And as long as we keep finding our way back to each other, it is enough.

10 year wedding anniversary! 🎉🎉🎉 First ph

10 year wedding anniversary! 🎉🎉🎉
First photo : day Jeremy proposed (the ring is nice, but look at how big my purse is😅). 2nd: most recent photo of us!
If you got my newsletter this morning you know that I am utterly shocked I made it to this milestone 😅 And while I have a million things I could say about being married to Jeremy the thing that I hold with the most profound awe is how being married to him made me more me.
Jeremy has never tried to change me or make me better or make me smaller. Being loved by Jeremy gave me permission to be a more awake version of myself.
May we surround ourselves with people who give us permission to be our most vibrant, awake, glorious selves. Whether it be a partner or friends or co-workers. I know there is a lot to be said on self-improvement and becoming a better version of ourselves but, also, you’re pretty amazing just as you are. Divinely and uniquely created. Maybe before we “work” on ourselves we welcome our full selves and we welcome others as their full selves too. This welcoming has changed everything for me.

This week’s lineup of meals is 🥁 🥁...Basic

This week’s lineup of meals is 🥁 🥁...Basic! Basic. Basic.
This morning I was v ambitious and signed up for a Live online cooking class. Which is taking place on a Friday night. A Friday night. The night where I am never a real human. The night where, if I were to be pregnant (I’m not) and the baby decided to come ON A FRIDAY NIGHT I would kindly inform little babe that I don’t human on Friday evenings. He/she will quickly need to reassess its birth plan. (This is how birthing works, right? Please advise.)
Proceeding making wild Friday night plans, I mapped out what felt like the next 5 years of my life (spoiler: it was only about the next three months).
By 2:00pm I wanted to sleep for the rest of the day but decided watching Billie Eilish music videos would be sufficient.
I then promptly made my first ever TikTok (we knew this was coming...it’s very low quality. I have no idea what I’m doing 🤗).
And now here we see in this photo, dinner. I was going to make a very flavorful and delicious homemade mushroom risotto with seared chicken (again, I came out the gate this week way too strong). Instead I threw frozen chicken into the Instant Pot. Shredded it and tossed with leftover sauce we had. This is dinner. It is a little basic but still yummy.
Basic can be yummy.
Here’s to all the basic meals this week. We lost an hour of sleep. We all might be a little upside down. Throw the chicken in whatever sauce you have. Or order the takeout. Or make popcorn and call it good. Then go to bed.

Recently, someone DM’d me and asked me how I hav

Recently, someone DM’d me and asked me how I have, especially in a pandemic, stayed so tiny.
I told her I have stayed tiny because I have always been tiny but I have gained more weight in the past year than I ever have. I’ve gone up 2 sizes in my jeans. My boobs are bigger. It turns out I do have a butt and it is now showing off!
What shocked me in this path of adding more of myself to my body is how tender I have been toward my body even though its new size is very foreign to me.
When I gained the weight I immediately bought new jeans. New bras. New underwear. It occurred to me that maybe I should just wear leggings until I lost the weight but ... Madewell jeans make me feel more like myself and my boobs were v uncomfortable in their now too small bra. So I bought new clothes for my new body.
What I know is all of myself is going through a global pandemic. My mind, heart, soul and my body. My body counts. My body gets to be part of the process too.
I couldn’t really put words to this welcoming until this morning when I read words from @sarahbessey in the stunning devotion she edited, A Rhythm of Prayer, “Nothing can move the meter of your belovedness.” Not weight loss, not education, not getting that title behind your name that you always wanted, not checking everything off the to-do list, not living debt free, not sobriety... some of these are good for other reasons but they will not move the meter of your belovedness. You are completely and obsessively loved and held. All of you. At all times.

Clementine 🍊 Honey Simple Syrup! This is now a

Clementine 🍊 Honey Simple Syrup! This is now a citrus account 😌
Yesterday I made my homemade shaken espresso and after one sip, I wanted to add something a little brighter. THIS IS V GOOD NEWS! Anytime I start to crave brightness in my food I know spring is coming! Naturally, for this drink, I just brightened the 🍯 simple syrup 👇
1/2 cup honey
1/2 cup water
Juice from 3-4 clementines
Add honey and water to a small pot and simmer on the stove until water and honey is incorporated. Pour in Clementine juice. Mix to combine. Store in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to one week.
Cheers!

Enchilada casserole on repeat over here because I

Enchilada casserole on repeat over here because I am currently craving cheese, salsa, and FOR THE SUN TO RESUME HER “GOING TO BED LATER” DUTIES. The casserole has nothing to do with that last bit but if we’re going to list out cravings...what are you craving? (Doesn’t have to be food related!)

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it is t

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it is time to take your frozen pizza dough out of the freezer and throw it in the fridge to thaw! Friday night pizza night is upon us! 🍕🥳
Furthermore! I finally put up a post with all the info on how I make the dough and how Jeremy bakes the pizza! And I include a section for the most frequently asked questions.
Do you make pizza on Friday nights? Do you name your dough?! What is your favorite topping? TELL ME ALL THE THINGS!!!

I’m not disciplined enough. This is the exact t

I’m not disciplined enough.
This is the exact thought that came to me WHILE I WAS ON AN INDOOR BIKE that I purchased, mind you, because I knew I would not place my body in the cold elements of winter for any reason whatsoever.
There is a very extra lie sitting in your mind, drinking a coconut milk matcha rainbow latte with extra froth kicked back just judging you. JUDGING YOU EVEN AS YOU feed your family, wake up, go to work, keep little humans alive, keep yourself alive, reach for love, give love, pray, eat AND THEN REPEAT.
I want you to know that once you drag that very extra lie into the light of your life, it will not be able to stand in the midst of your beauty and magnificence. To this very extra lie I say, “Actually, I’m pretty disciplined in a lot of areas of my life. Also, we’re living in a global pandemic READ THE ROOM. Good day.”
✨I know this can be vulnerable, but I’d love to fill the comments of this post with you flipping the scrip on your very extra lie- with just a sentence. As, @laura.tremaine taught me, I’ll go first👉I AM disciplined.

It is my understanding that people are turning on

It is my understanding that people are turning on TV tonight to eat wings! I love that for us!! Cheers!

GIVEAWAY closed! To celebrate the release of one

GIVEAWAY closed!
To celebrate the release of one of my favorite books by one of my favorite humans: Share Your Stuff I’ll Go First by @laura.tremaine 🤩
I wish for everyone to have a @laura.tremaine in their lives! She is the first to hold space for what I am thinking or feeling even if I believe it is silly or unkempt. She is refreshingly direct and at the same time open. She is such a fantastic storyteller it is almost upsetting 🤣
Knowing Laura has made me a more open and curious human. Reading her book brought to light a dormant craving to share my stuff more honestly and remarkably with myself and those around me. Listen, the questions and stories in Share Your Stuff will have you grabbing your journal or calling your friend and diving into conversations you’ve never had before. Even with friends who’ve been in your life for decades.
I truly do want everyone to read this book (especially my dearest friends, I’ll be calling you soon to discuss!). And so I’m giving away a ✨free copy✨ of her book Share Your Stuff!
To enter:
✨Be sure to follow @laura.tremaine and me (@brimckoy)
✨Like this post and in the comments tag a friend who has made you more open and curious.
Giveaway ends Friday, Feb. 5 at 12:00pm ET.
(This giveaway is not sponsored by Instagram. US residents only. Winner will be announced on Friday, Feb. 5. Here’s to taking your friendships to the next level! Godspeed.) #shareyourstuffbook
@annarbolch you won! Please DM me with your address!

I have made an important discovery! Kindness has m

I have made an important discovery! Kindness has more caffeine in it than the Doubeshot or an energy drink! And it actually helps you sleep at night. Kindness is a miracle.
Last week @laura.tremaine shared on @thelazygenius podcast that she wants to be more intentional saying kind things to people when she thinks them (for example if someone posts a selfie and she thinks, “Wow, Sally looks really great today” to actually post that comment and not let it live in her head.)
We must release our kind thoughts from our head and let them live and breathe in the world.
A few ways to Free Kindness from our Minds:
✨Practice saying out loud what you thought in your head.
✨Praise publicly and correct privately (just, truly).
✨Understand the power and energy your kindness has within it (it is not just words, it is giving someone energy, momentum, motivation, clarification, confirmation).
I hope you are the recipient of kindness this week and I hope it shocks you awake. I also hope you free the kindness from your mind✨

I’d like to speak directly to the celebration po

I’d like to speak directly to the celebration police. Honestly, that includes myself.
Let’s start with grief. What I have realized in my life is, when someone is grieving, I don’t think I’ve ever told them to stop. Even if I didn’t understand it. Even if I couldn’t identify it. We all have been taught that grief is nuanced and complex and extremely personal. If someone is sad or grieving I want to be with them. I have learned how harmful it can be to downplay or fix someone’s grief. So I try very hard to choose presence when someone grieves.
I’m not sure we’ve been taught the same about celebration. Celebration can also be extremely nuanced and vulnerable and personal. There have been people in my life who have celebrated things that seem silly to me. Or things I don’t give much weight to. But guess what?! It’s not my celebration! Also, I don’t have that person’s lived experience so something they find important might be a product of their childhood or hardships they’ve walked thru.
What I’m learning (and not just through this presidential election but also thru my mastermind as we have all been intentional about sharing and celebrating wins) is that I want to be a here-I-am person when someone is grieving or celebrating. Not an explain-this-to-me person. Or more harmful, the grief or celebration police.
I think on some level in 2020 we’ve all been monitored at some point for our grieving or celebrating. Let’s learn from this. Like I have said before and I stand by this, we are door openers not door monitors. And honestly, I’ve learned that from you all and from this space we have here. How amazing it is to be welcomed by you all. Here’s to the celebrations you carry with you this week 🎉

This morning @lisasharper shared on her IG live th

This morning @lisasharper shared on her IG live that we should drink champagne and eat cake this evening. Honestly, I did not think I could love her more and yet here we are. Please note, Jeremy’s glass is empty because I did not take the time to pour his glass before this photo. Or before I took a few sips of mine 🙃 Today was history-making, comforting, surprising, and purifying in so many different ways. Cheers🥂

I don’t know who needs to hear this but, pull yo

I don’t know who needs to hear this but, pull your frozen pizza dough out of the freezer and put it into the fridge! Tomorrow is Friday night pizza night! 🥳 🍕
Also, I’m considering going Live tomorrow to share how I make my pizza! Leave a question below if you have one👇 (I’ll answer one right now: recently we’ve been using King Arthur’s Pizza Dough recipe. We can’t break away from it. It has my whole heart 💛)

Unfortunately I am unable to confirm if this is se

Unfortunately I am unable to confirm if this is second lunch or first dinner 🤔 😅
Making all the soups this week because it is cold in DC but it is not snowing and I have real big energy around this. (Loaded Baked Potato Soup is on my site. Do serve with bacon! And, as someone said in my DMs, she is also making all the soups this week but she thinks it might be to eat all the bread and I blessed that DM. Amen.)

There were a lot of lessons I learned in 2020 that

There were a lot of lessons I learned in 2020 that I did not particularly sign-up for (will someone please direct me to the master sheets of Lessons to Learn. My name is next to a few items BY ACCIDENT I AM SURE).
Lessons like:
➰Having hard conversations with people I love in a pandemic during a presidential election year 101.
➰How to love people well who do not share my same convictions (accelerated program).
➰How to serve others without being able to have them to my table (this lesson was remote).
➰ Becoming an anti-racist (this one was followed up by How to Apologize When You Get it Wrong and then by How to Speak Up Even When You are Afraid You’ll Get it Wrong).
➰I actually had to re-take God: A Study on How Intimately Involved He is in Your Life. (I hired a private tutor for this one. Highly recommend the Holy Spirit.)
I know you learned a lot too. And, of course we are still learning these lessons and so many more. But what I also know right now is the lessons we learned in 2020 will show up for us in 2021 as wisdom. We have trained for 2021. Maybe harder than we’ve trained for any other year. And we are ready. And I am so happy to be here with you.

3 ingredient quseo! Yesterday my mom casually told

3 ingredient quseo! Yesterday my mom casually told me that she has been making homemade queso for the past few months. With just 3 ingredients. This omission of information about her new snacks left me questioning our whole relationship but that is neither here nor there.
Here’s what you need for your very own low key extra queso:
✔️1 cup cream (or half and half)
✔️5-7 slices white American cheese (I got mine from the deli at our grocery store)
✔️2 TBS salsa verde or a few tablespoons canned green chilies
Add the cream to a saucepan and allow to come to a simmer. Add cheese. Allow cheese to melt and get bubbly (this will take about 2-3 minutes. Do not walk away from your pan or your stove will be wearing a new quseo cape 🙅‍♀️). Add salsa verde. Taste!
I also added 1 tsp salt and 1/2 tsp red pepper flakes for spice. Next time I might mix in finely chopped jalapeños!
You can make this queso your own once you bring the base together! Add tomatoes! More salsa verde! Finely chopped red onion or peppers.
Do eat right away while it is warm! Queso demands to be eaten right away. It is very needy like that.

We’ve had approxiamtely 89 random vegetables tak

We’ve had approxiamtely 89 random vegetables taking up residence in our kitchen since Christmas🥦🫑🥕I don’t know who their landlord is, but this has gotten out of control.
I coated these randoms in olive oil and threw them in the oven (5 broccoli florets, yes!, 2 sad carrots, in they go! 3 butter potatoes, you’re invited!). Roasted them for 40 minutes at 375.
Jeremy got a surprise text when he left work. It read as follows: PLEASE PICK UP A ROTISSERIE CHICKEN. OUR WHOLE EVENING DEPENDS ON THIS. Not to be outdone by the next text message: ADMITTANCE INTO OUR HOMESTEAD = ONE ROTISSERIE CHICKEN.
I am happy to report Jeremy has since been allowed to enter our home.
I shredded that chicken. Tossed it on a bed of lettuce. Threw these little vagabond veggies over the mix. Goat cheese because we are low key extra. Toss with my homemade honey mustard dressing and you have the most savory, hearty salad in all the land. (Honey Mustard is in The Sauce eBook and I also have it listed on my website.) Check in on our holiday veggies! How are they?!

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Jeremy and I are in Asheville this week but my hea

Jeremy and I are in Asheville this week but my heart has been heavy. From George Floyd to continued news of mass shootings.
And this is what I know for sure...
Justice is not one act. It’s not one verdict. There is no, “There we did it. Justice. Next.”
Justice is fluid. It is a lifetime of learning and unlearning and speaking up and listening and accountability and restoration and correcting.
With the accountability that has taken place with George Floyd’s murder my fear is that we (white people) will move on. I’m afraid of the “you got your justice” mentality.
This would be like saying to our children or to our own body, there, I fed you. It’s done. You should not be hungry again.
But the baby will be hungry again. My body will be hungry again. In just a few hours, in fact. Which is why I think it’s so poignant that Jesus says, “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice...” (Matthew 5:6, NLT)
Hunger and justice are intertwined. They are not satisfied with a single act. It is a lifetime of feeding. A lifetime of reading and listening and voting and signing petitions and donating and praying.
And I just wanted to say it publicly, I will keep feeding others and feeding myself and I will keep showing up for justice. And I will still burn meals, but I’ll keep feeding people. And I will get issues on justice and anti-racism wrong, and I’ll be corrected, but I’ll keep showing up.
#blacklivesmatter✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

She has a sugar rim and I don’t even know who I

She has a sugar rim and I don’t even know who I am anymore 😂 but this is, in fact, the best Lemon Drop Martini 🍋 🍸
Let’s make it together! Tomorrow I am going Live at 5:30pm ET for happy hour! We will talk all things Everyday Kitchen Masterclass! I seriously cannot wait to take another group of people thru this course in just a few weeks!
If you want to make the Lemon Drop with me:
🍋 2 oz vodka or gin
🍋 1 oz Cointreau or Grand Mariner
🍋 1 oz fresh squeezed lemon juice
🍋 3/4 oz honey simple syrup
Mocktail:
🍋 Lemon soda water
🍋 Juice from half a Clementine
🍋 Juice from half a lemon
🍋 1 TBS honey simple syrup
I’m so excited to hang out with you tomorrow! 🥳🥳

Here is how we keep finding our way back to each o

Here is how we keep finding our way back to each other. An essay✨
Last night Jeremy and I threw a virtual dinner party in the form of a cooking class to celebrate our 10 year anniversary.
10 years ago we thought we would celebrate this anniversary by going back to the place where we honeymooned. And yet here we are in a pandemic, in our home, in our kitchen, cooking our celebratory dinner and live-streaming it to 70 internet friends as they cooked alongside us.
It was fun and funny and delicious and we talked about tattoos, and explored the extreme views on washing or not washing your mushrooms, and how making risotto is a lot like tending to a relationship ...
We were not in Greece but we were together and laughing and eating alongside some of the most lovely people we’ve not met in real life.
In the words of Jeff Goldblum’s character on Jurassic Park, life finds a way. Except maybe it’s that we found a way. We found a way to each other. We keep finding our way back to each other. We set up zoom calls and added face masks to our wardrobe and shipped gifts and sipped drinks on driveways and patios. All to find our way to each other.
And then, last night I taught how to uniformly cut a carrot so all the carrots will roast evenly and then after the lesson I said, “Also, it’s just a carrot.” And a 10 year anniversary feels big but also, it is just an anniversary. There will be more. More carrots to cut, more special occasions to celebrate, but there is only one you and me. And as long as we keep finding our way back to each other, it is enough.

10 year wedding anniversary! 🎉🎉🎉 First ph

10 year wedding anniversary! 🎉🎉🎉
First photo : day Jeremy proposed (the ring is nice, but look at how big my purse is😅). 2nd: most recent photo of us!
If you got my newsletter this morning you know that I am utterly shocked I made it to this milestone 😅 And while I have a million things I could say about being married to Jeremy the thing that I hold with the most profound awe is how being married to him made me more me.
Jeremy has never tried to change me or make me better or make me smaller. Being loved by Jeremy gave me permission to be a more awake version of myself.
May we surround ourselves with people who give us permission to be our most vibrant, awake, glorious selves. Whether it be a partner or friends or co-workers. I know there is a lot to be said on self-improvement and becoming a better version of ourselves but, also, you’re pretty amazing just as you are. Divinely and uniquely created. Maybe before we “work” on ourselves we welcome our full selves and we welcome others as their full selves too. This welcoming has changed everything for me.

This week’s lineup of meals is 🥁 🥁...Basic

This week’s lineup of meals is 🥁 🥁...Basic! Basic. Basic.
This morning I was v ambitious and signed up for a Live online cooking class. Which is taking place on a Friday night. A Friday night. The night where I am never a real human. The night where, if I were to be pregnant (I’m not) and the baby decided to come ON A FRIDAY NIGHT I would kindly inform little babe that I don’t human on Friday evenings. He/she will quickly need to reassess its birth plan. (This is how birthing works, right? Please advise.)
Proceeding making wild Friday night plans, I mapped out what felt like the next 5 years of my life (spoiler: it was only about the next three months).
By 2:00pm I wanted to sleep for the rest of the day but decided watching Billie Eilish music videos would be sufficient.
I then promptly made my first ever TikTok (we knew this was coming...it’s very low quality. I have no idea what I’m doing 🤗).
And now here we see in this photo, dinner. I was going to make a very flavorful and delicious homemade mushroom risotto with seared chicken (again, I came out the gate this week way too strong). Instead I threw frozen chicken into the Instant Pot. Shredded it and tossed with leftover sauce we had. This is dinner. It is a little basic but still yummy.
Basic can be yummy.
Here’s to all the basic meals this week. We lost an hour of sleep. We all might be a little upside down. Throw the chicken in whatever sauce you have. Or order the takeout. Or make popcorn and call it good. Then go to bed.

Recently, someone DM’d me and asked me how I hav

Recently, someone DM’d me and asked me how I have, especially in a pandemic, stayed so tiny.
I told her I have stayed tiny because I have always been tiny but I have gained more weight in the past year than I ever have. I’ve gone up 2 sizes in my jeans. My boobs are bigger. It turns out I do have a butt and it is now showing off!
What shocked me in this path of adding more of myself to my body is how tender I have been toward my body even though its new size is very foreign to me.
When I gained the weight I immediately bought new jeans. New bras. New underwear. It occurred to me that maybe I should just wear leggings until I lost the weight but ... Madewell jeans make me feel more like myself and my boobs were v uncomfortable in their now too small bra. So I bought new clothes for my new body.
What I know is all of myself is going through a global pandemic. My mind, heart, soul and my body. My body counts. My body gets to be part of the process too.
I couldn’t really put words to this welcoming until this morning when I read words from @sarahbessey in the stunning devotion she edited, A Rhythm of Prayer, “Nothing can move the meter of your belovedness.” Not weight loss, not education, not getting that title behind your name that you always wanted, not checking everything off the to-do list, not living debt free, not sobriety... some of these are good for other reasons but they will not move the meter of your belovedness. You are completely and obsessively loved and held. All of you. At all times.

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