Why would you spend nearly five dollars on something that you could make in an instant?
Honey, save that money for something else!
Once you make an initial investment for a good blender, all you need to do is freeze some fresh fruits or buy frozen ones, put them in the blender with your favorite medium–which could be juice or milk (here, I used mango nectar and oak milk), then blend the whole thing together!
You’ve saved a ton of money and prepared your own smoothie–okay, not a ton–but you know what I mean!
And when you’re ready, grow your own food then prepare it yourself.
Stop depending on someone else to grow and cook your food!
You got this! Do it for yourself and for those who can’t.
There’s no reason you shouldn’t cook the food you like.
Why would you wait until you can get to a certain restaurant or order take out?
I say poo poo to that!
Go ahead and cook the food you like for pennies on the dollar!
Hey, and If you can, you should also start growing the food you like.
Surely last year has proven that you cannot always rely on being able to access the foods that you enjoy; so get into the habit of growing your own food–that way you’ll have your favorites right there in your own backyard!
In today’s video, I am cooking homemade pho, a Vietnamese dish, with ingredients that I have on hand.
Thanks to my garden, I’ll have more fresh vegetables to add to it next time–I am especially excited about adding my own home grown basil next time.
My day one peeps will remember this series from a few years back where I share my life story via my favorite songs.
Recently, I did an audio series based on these posts called “Rambling Musical Commentary.” Lately, I’ve noticed, based on the analytics, that these posts have a pretty large viewing; therefore, I will be picking that series back up starting with 1980 on Sunday, April 18th.
So, stay tuned and check out other “My Jams” and “Rambling Musical Commentary” posts by going to the right panel and clicking on those titles in categories.
Meanwhile, enjoy a reblog of My Jams 1983!
Hey, it’s good to see you! Boy have I got a lot to catch you up on! I’m so sorry that I haven’t been keeping you posted on all the things that’s been going on. Can you believe that we’re almost at the end of 1983 and I haven’t really told you anything new?
Well, I guess I better do like Lewis Carroll said, “Start at the beginning, keep going and when you come to the end, stop.”
So let’s start at the beginning.
Do you remember my Uncle Willie? You know the one who lives in Chicago? Well he died back in March. Nobody saw it coming because he was kinda young. They say he was sick with pneumonia, then he just had a heart attack–out of nowhere– and died.
We didn’t see him much but I do remember the time me and my cousins were jumping on the…
In this video, I decided to harvest some collard greens from our garden. Daddy starts fussing at me for not cutting the collards closer to the stalk.
He swears that I “left enough food on the plant for a baby.”
After the harvest, the collards, which grow upward like a little tree, had to be staked in order to keep them growing straight–we don’t want them to lean and break.
At any rate, I am including my own “closed caption” in the video because Daddy talks low and he has a very deep Southeast Alabama accent; hell, he makes me sound like I’m from New York–and that takes some doing!
***Caveat: I didn’t caption everything he said—I want to tune your ear to our beautiful dialect!
Good luck with that!
By the way, don’t let the accent fool you, my Dad tested high enough on the ASVAB (or whatever the equivalent was at that time) to go to Air Force flight school–and he was only 17!
Sadly, a physical injury kept him out.
That said, we might talk slow but we ain’t no dummies!
Anyway, at one point in the video, you’ll hear me cuss–but don’t worry, Daddy had walked off for a second to get the water hose–he couldn’t hear me.
That was more of an inside joke between me and my son who was acting as my camera man. LOL!
Watch and listen to all the antics in the video on harvesting and showing our collards staked in their containers.