Blueberry “Prisp”: An Original Recipe

After two weeks of great behavior and healthy, clean eating–and I mean CLEAN–the inevitable happened tonight. I got a sweet tooth.

Of course, I wasn’t about to break my diet for empty calories and the nagging guilt that would later rake my mind, and I had the most persistent feeling in my gut that there was a reason for the carton of blueberries I bought today on a whim. And then something incredible happened. After a few minutes of searching the Pinterest boards, inspiration struck.

Without further adieu, I present to you the all-original 100% HEALTHY recipe for what I like to call a “Prisp” (a DELICIOUS hybrid between a pie and a crisp). Yes, I created the entire thing from my mind, and guys? I’m pretty dang proud of it!

Blueberry Prisp
Blueberry Prisp

Blueberry Prisp Recipe
Preheat oven to 375°F.

For the crust: 1/2 cup whole wheat flour
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon cinnamon
2 teaspoons vanilla
2 tablespoons coconut oil
1 egg white

For the filling: 1 pint fresh blueberries
2 tablespoons honey

For the crisp: 1/2 cup old-fashioned oats
1/2 cup brown sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla
2 teaspoons cinnamon
3 tablespoons of coconut oil
1/4 cup crushed walnuts (optional)

In a medium bowl, mix ingredients of crust together before transferring to a lightly greased, glass pie dish. Gently press down, until the bottom of the pan is covered with the crust. Then, dust the crust with a thin layer (about a tablespoon) of brown sugar. Next, mix honey and blueberries in small bowl before spreading over the crust. Lastly, after mixing ingredients for crisp in another, separate bowl, pour mixture over layer of blueberries, taking care to spread evenly.

Bake at 375°F for 15 minutes.



*For those looking for a little more (even though I think it’s absolutely perfect as is) top with scoop of vanilla frozen yogurt or vanilla ice-cream. Also, (for those opposed to blueberries) even though I’ve yet to try any other combinations, I’d venture this recipe will work just as well with peaches, apples, and cherries.

P.S. Make sure to tell all your friends and families where you got this delightful recipe from! I’d hate to have so generously shared my original idea and not receive any creative credit for it! 😉


A Plea

At first, I wasn’t going to say anything, simply because I don’t have much of an opinion on the matter and the matter doesn’t apply specifically to me. But after hundreds of hateful posts and comments (from both sides) filling all of my news feeds across the internet spectrum, I felt it my right, per the First Amendment, to say something. Before I get on my soap box, let me say that this is not intending to be a lecture or political sermon of any kind, but rather, a heartfelt plea.

Yesterday, the Supreme Court passed a monumentally historical decision. As a born and bred Christian, I was taught many lessons growing up, above all, “Do not judge, and you will not be judged; and do not condemn, and you will not be condemned” (Luke 6:37). It is this lesson in particular that I have tried to apply most of all to my life, and this lesson that I applied to yesterday’s news. That having been said, there were many people who disregarded this mindset entirely (again, across both spectrums) and instead chose to act with disgrace and hate.

Yes, there were many people opposed to the SC’s decision. There were many people whom, like me, grew up in a church setting and were taught to view the world through moral lenses. Though these people have been brought up to believe in the union between only man and wife, I noticed many of these same people held their peace (yes, peace) yesterday in receiving the SC’s decision and remained dignified, even if they might have felt uncomfortable or disappointed. Again, Luke 6:37. On the other hand, I noticed there were many other people raised in the same way that reacted with outbursts of hate and near violence, something that DOES go against Christian standards. Then, there was another group, a group that chose to caustically mock the Christian religion and its followers as a whole in a manner that was just as violent and disrespectful as the formerly mentioned group.

Deep down, this hurt me. This hurt me because I live in a country where we are promised safety and freedom. Freedom of the press, speech, religion, and, as of yesterday, whom we marry, regardless of gender. Unfortunately, the more people continue to treat each other and the law with hate and violence, the more I continue to feel less safe and less (religiously) free.

To those not affiliated with the Christian religion, please note that it is both offensive and unfair to group all of us as a whole when there are some who would act disgracefully in His name. Also note that I would like to apologize for anyone who treated yesterday’s news with outright hate and violence. Yes, they have as much right to freedom of speech as anyone else, however, that is not the Christian way. That being said, it was just as unacceptable for those in favor of the SC’s decision to provoke and/or bash anyone associated with the Christian religion, simply because of the morals myself and these people choose to stand by (note that this was not everyone, just a select few). Once again, not everyone thinks or is the same and does not deserve to be treated as such.

I will finish this long-winded speech off by saying for the second time that I reserve all judgment on the SC’s decision, simply because it is neither my judgment to pass, nor any of my business (maritally or orientation-wise). As a Christian, I feel it is my job, as well as the rest of His followers, to act, not with hate or judgment, but with peace and love. THAT is what we are called to do–not just “we” as in Christians but in non-followers as well. In a country that continues to fill with hate and violence, love is what we–ALL OF US–need most right now. “‘YOU SHALL LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOURSELF'” (Mark 12:31), regardless of whom that “neighbor” is and whether or not you agree with them or their lifestyle. THAT is my plea.

I apologize for such a long, deep post. Rarely do I ever take the time to get so philosophical on the internet. I am happy for those who feel happy by yesterday’s events and saddened by those who chose to react with hate and/or mockery. As for me personally, I remain neutral on the decision, in a state of reserved judgment, as it is not my place to pass it.

For those who disagree what I’ve taken the time to write, please do not respond with hate (as that is the very thing I have just urged against) but simply ignore this or, if it makes you feel better, block me.

Much love,

My Five-Year-Plan

It starts with one friend. A status update or strategically posed-for picture via Facebook or Instagram. You blink. Suddenly, what has started with one person snowballs into an avalanche. There are hundreds of pictures of engagement rings, wedding dresses, ultrasounds, infant alien babies, the list goes on (though, not always in that order).

And then there’s you.

You, who can barely commit to what you want for dinner, much less to a single person for the rest of your life–baby or partner otherwise. And, like, wasn’t it just yesterday that you and Suzy-What’s-Her-Face went stag at high school prom together? Now Suzy is married and seven months pregnant and you’re looking around like, “Maybe I’ll buy a goldfish.”

Meanwhile, every family reunion or event you attend comes with one inevitable question: “So are you seeing anyone?”

As someone who was born and mostly raised in the South, my future seemed pretty straight-forward: Graduate high school, go to college, get married, have kids, settle down. It was only until recently that I saw a tremendous flaw in what I had previously worked out to be an otherwise foolproof five-year-plan. Now, before I go on, please don’t mistake this as a letter of judgment or a self-important sermon of advice. By all means, everyone is entitled to their own choices. And I respect anyone who can, in full confidence, make those life-changing choices. These are just my own personal thoughts.

Several months ago, I made what many would call an impulsive decision to quit my job and transfer in the middle of my junior year, from a small college in the middle-of-nowhere Texas to a very large, very intimidating university in Alabama. It was one of the scariest decisions I’ve ever made, and also my first major decision as an adult (can we talk about how much being an adult sucks, btw?).

Last week I finished up my junior year of college at my new school. Since then, I can count at least ten of friends who are my age and have recently gotten engaged and/or announced they have a baby on the way (Congrats to everyone this applies to, by the way!). According to the stereotypical initial five-year-plan, I should be among these masses. I should be in a serious relationship by this point in my life, maybe even be making concrete plans for a traditional white wedding that would inevitably come after my graduation next spring.

In reality, I remain firmly single, the most serious relationship in my life being that of my unnatural love for pizza, and maybe my eleven pound toy poodle (Truthfully, I never really know how she feels about me). And you know what? Though it has taken me a little time to realize it, I’m ok with these things, even–dare I say?–happy with them.

I look around and I see how happy my friends who are in serious relationships are and I feel happy for them. Because that is certainly not a feat that is easily achieved. And then I look at my life. I’m twenty-one years old, almost finished with college, and…oh yeah, have, not one, but three FREAKING novels that have been published in the last two years! WHO DOES THAT?

And here’s the even crazier thing.

I’m not nearly close to where I want to be in life. I want so, so much more for myself before I finally “settle down.” I want to move to the Big Apple after I graduate and live in a swanky apartment. Eventually, I may even make it to my dream cottage in Oxford. I want to dye my hair purple (though, let’s be honest, I’m not quite that bold). I want dogs–lots of them. I want to travel. Most of all, I want to write. I want to write until my fingers fall off, from the second I wake up in the morning until the very late hours of the evening. And if somewhere along the way, I happen to meet my “soulmate” and fall in love, get married, and all that other jazz, then good for me.

Until then, I want to live my life for me, and for me alone. Call it selfish. I call it a journey of self-discovery (forgive me for the cliche). Because, in all honesty, I feel I owe it to myself to figure out who I am and what I want before I can permanently tie myself to another human being and expect them to be happy with me when I’m not even fully happy with me–yet.

There are a lot of people who would disagree with me here, people who think their lifetime of happiness revolves around another person. But I think we all owe to ourselves to see who we are apart from another person before making any life-changing decisions. So for those of you who are feeling a little behind in life because you’re one of many whose five-year-plan hasn’t quite panned out, I say embrace it. Embrace the chaos. Embrace every beautiful second of never knowing what’s coming next. Because that’s life. I think we owe it to ourselves to use these last years of young adulthood to be a little crazy, to be selfish and impulsive and adventurous. God knows they’ll be over before we know it–or so I’m told. Most of all, I think we owe it to ourselves to be happy.

Quick Update

Hey, friends and readers!
Quick update with my life: I’ve recently started doing some writing for a tabletop gaming company, because I’m a huge nerd that also needs money to eat.
For anyone interested in my own books, I recommend checking their Facebook page out, and, if you’re feeling supportive, helping them in their kickstarter campaign.
From one creator to another, every little bit helps.
Additionally, be sure to keep an eye out for the short stories I’m writing for them (If you’re interested), though I will, of course, share them as they are posted.
P.S. Don’t worry, I am still hard at work on TLR 4 in the meantime.

Tips to Being My Friend: A Guide

Many of those who know me know that I’m not always the easiest person to understand, or even get along with, for that matter. Like anyone, I have my quirks. But in order to help any current and/or potential friends understand me a little better, here’s what I think to be a pretty thorough guide in the process.

1. Expect me to never share my food with you. That’s not to say I won’t share my food with you. Just don’t expect me to. I hate when people assume.

2. While we’re on the subject, I can usually always be bribed with food, most specifically, pizza. If there’s free pizza involved, count on me being there.

3. I don’t function properly before 10 AM and without coffee. Take special note of this one. I don’t care what you could possibly have going on. I’m not waking up early to do it.

4. This is a give-take-relationship. Mostly, the kind where you give me your food and I take it.

5. I only befriend people who are more physically unfit than I am. That way, when the zombie apocalypse comes, I can trip you.

6. FYI, I don’t cook and I’m not gonna learn. Just as I require my theoretical future husband to be able to cook, any friends must be able to do the same. Honestly, I can’t be expected to survive on my own.

7. Netflix marathons are a must. If you’re not capable of sitting on your a$$ for 8+ hours while blankly staring at the TV, I suggest you back out now.

8. Understand, my dog, Lily, is an excellent judge of character. If she doesn’t like you, I certainly expect I won’t like you either. Additionally, any potential friends are required to like, nay, love Lily. She is my ultimate bestie.

9. I hate wearing pants. Consequently, I can’t always be expected to wear them. I frequently walk around the house in nothing but underwear and a t-shirt. I feel it’s only fair to give this disclosure.

10. I am a huge nerd. I have no problem admitting that I’ve seen and/or read LOTR, Harry Potter, and StarWars. For your own good, it’s best if you understand any and all references to these sagas. Otherwise, it will be ugly.

11. You must be willing to look less attractive than me (girls, specifically) in the presence of hot men, for reasons I don’t need to explain. This is possibly the most important rule of all.

12. Again, if you’re a girl, it helps if you wear the same size in clothes as I do. Sometimes, a girl needs a little help outside her own wardrobe.

13. When you are baking (cookies, brownies, cakes, etc.) always plan on giving me first dibs of the mixing bowl and spoon. This is non-negotiable.

14. Two-for-one deal on food? My opinion is necessary.

15. I’m probably always poor. Plan on spending most weekends at home in front of the TV, where I don’t have to spend what little money I have.

16. Accept that it’s very possible your parents (especially your mom) will come to love me more than she loves you. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I can be very charming.

17. You must be willing to keep any secrets I tell you, even if that secret is that I secretly like T-Swift’s music… What? She’s catchy!

18. Doing laundry? Throw some of my stuff in there with it!

19. I am in complete, irrevocable love with Robert Downey Jr. Not only must you encourage this obsession, but you must also plan for the day when I do finally meet him. On that day, I will need one heck of a wingman/woman. Plan on being up for the job.

20. You are not allowed to have big news or special occasions on the same days that I have big news or a special occasions. Your birthday is on February 23rd too? Change it.

21. A true friend must be willing to kill zombies with me, both in real life and fiction.

22. I love a good horror movie. Unfortunately, they’re not much fun to watch when you’re by yourself. Insert yourself into this situation.

23. I will openly admit that I consider social media creeping as a favorite hobby. If you’re not willing to creep on someone with me via social media, I don’t see this working.

24. I regularly enjoy Gossip Girl marathons. Anyone who doesn’t get as emotionally invested in the fictional lives of Blair and Serena doesn’t belong in my life.

25. Above all, understand that though this must seem like a high list of demands, this friendship with me does go both ways. Naturally, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t offer the same things to any of my friends that I asked in return? Though I may be highly demanding at times, I would also do anything for my friends. A friendship with me is a lifetime commitment.