Well, a (good) camera is essential to any food blog. A broken camera, however, means no food blog. Thus, I apologize; I have no clue what happened to my camera. Hopefully I’ll be back to blogging about delicious foods for my wonderful readers! 🙂
On Friday night, Jordan Weiss–a loyal friend, a son, a big brother to two, an impeccable student, and an all-around amazing kid–passed away.
For all who knew him, this has been a weekend of tears; a weekend of remembrance; a weekend of shock and emotion. A tumultuous weekend where the flow of time has been distorted, where being awake and cognisant has felt like a nightmare. A weekend of most profound lost. Most of all, it has been a weekend of appreciation for the life Jordan led and for the life of every single person on this planet.
Personally, this has been a weekend of wandering. I’ve been to at least ten distinct places in the past two days, congregating with friends and people going through the same grief, mourning the loss and laughing and smiling about the good memories we all share of Jordan. I’ve walked out of my house after having the biggest and, really, the only fight I’ve ever had with my parents and somehow made my way to “the spot” where it all happened.
I have been searching. For what, I do not know yet. I may never find out.
Stop what you are doing right now. Drop everything you think may seem important. Tell your mom, your dad, your significant other, or whomever that you love them. Hug your sibling. Kiss your children. Make them know that they are loved and that they matter. If anything, that’s what I have learned from this ordeal.
It takes a second for it all to slip away. Cherish every moment you spend with someone you care about and treat every goodbye like it’s the last time you will see that person you love.
Jordan, this tragedy has made each and every one of the people who knew you a different person. We are forever changed not because of your death but because of you. We miss you more than anyone could fathom. You were taken too soon from this earth but will remain in our hearts and minds for the rest of our lives–mark my words.
Rest in peace, my friend. I’m sure that you’re kickin’ it in heaven like you did down here; save some spots for us, we want to kick it alongside you when our time comes.
I was talking with girlfriend (I’ll just call her “girlfriend” for the sake of anonymity) at school the other day, and she said, “No, I don’t really like breakfast. Well, maybe I would like it, but I don’t ever have enough time to eat it.”
W-w-wait…did I just hear that correctly?
Just to put my reaction into perspective, breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. Who wouldn’t want to start their day off with a stomach full of sweet fruit, piping hot eggs, or creamy oatmeal? Heck, why not all three? I understand that it’s hard for my girlfriend–along with, unfortunately, many of my peers–and I to find a time to eat somewhere during our zombiesque prowl around the house between waking up and dashing off to school in the morning, but how couldn’t one make time for it? Thankfully, I have a morning routine that leaves me exactly 5 minutes for breakfast. When I’m running on schedule, I mean. Which is hardly ever. By which I mean never.
Now, you may wondering, “How the heck do I make and eat breakfast in 5 minutes?” Technically I eat on my way to school in a Tupperware bowl (hey, I never said I was classy), so I guess I do cheat the time a little bit. However, it’s easy! My official 5-step plan for my friends’ and girlfriend’s breakfast woes that I follow every weekday breakfast is:
See? It’s that simple! Full of fiber, protein, vitamins (depending on the fruit), and amazing flavor to keep you going for the next few hours.
This weekend, I actually had some extra time on my hands, so I decided to make something that would benefit me in the long-term. I made a jar full of homemade granola for the week!