The Little Redhead That Could

by Sarah on September 28, 2010 · 7 comments

Do you ever have days where you feel a wee bit like The Little Engine That Could?
You are constantly saying to yourself, “I think I can, I think I can” and hoping you make it up and down the hill(s).

Although I would say Mondays in general lend themselves to this feeling, yesterday was an especially “think I can” day.

My first thought upon exiting the apartment yesterday morning?

I think I can feel fall in the air!”

Sadly, my car thermometer informed me that it was actually 62 degrees outside and that my inner temperature regulation has been entirely thrown off by living in Texas. 60 is the new “crisp.”

This was followed by the apparently subconscious thought that “I think I can survive the day without coffee,” which was quickly remedied as I ran back upstairs to get my mug.

I think I can make yet another unique bowl of overnight oats, despite having eaten them for 98% of the mornings during the past 6 months.”
Hello, Mr. Bug [bowl (slash) mug], how are you fill-ing to day? (Get it? Get it?)
dried apples, pears, pecans, and the last of these yummy fig preserves

I don’t know where “The Fig Galaxy” is in relation to The Milky Way, but I would like to go there. (I think I can one day find it.)

I think I can eat the aforementioned overnight oats without getting any on myself, as I am an adult and not sitting in a high chair.”
As you can see, that was not the case.
[I mean about the spilling. I didn’t sit in a high chair while eating.]

I think I can eat the same thing for lunch every day.”
[Don’t worry, I won’t. Or at least if I do…I won’t show you. All the time, anyway.]
crisp, Romaine lettuce with squash, zucchini, carrots, red peppers
cottage cheese + two types of local, Austin-made Out to Lunch hummus (sun-dried tomato chipotle and spinach-and-artichoke)sweet, juicy grapes!
“flatbread” made from the extra multigrain bread dough that they had tried to pass off as pizza dough this weekend when I stopped by Central Market–lame of them, but bonus delicious breadness for me!
I think I can make hole-y bread. I cannot make it holy.
I think I can bring small amounts of happiness into the lives of my students.”

Despite working in a very well-known and respected district, my school’s population consists of a majority percentage of low-income families. I am constantly reminded of the different worldview in unexpected ways, such as the girl today who witness a drug bust in the adjoining duplex over the weekend, or the boy whose dad has left to find work in Florida and won’t see him until the summer. I can’t do anything about that, but I can bring them these:
See, we are reading The Boxcar Children, and there is a whole scene in which the kids go blueberry picking. We were talking, and all of a sudden I realized that they’d never eaten a blueberry, so they had no connection to what I was saying. I went after school to go buy some, but, unfortunately, the store didn’t have any! But I think I can lead in to their berry education with raspberries instead. :)

I think I can finally make savory oats…”
oats + water + heat
+ something I think I can find myself becoming obsessed with: nutritional yeast!
+ something I think I cannot live without (cottage cheese)

I think I can make this prettier….
Yep, indeed-y, sauteed zucchini, squash, and tomatoes with a tad bit of Italian seasoning makes it beautimus!

I think I can get used to this.

And yes, I think I can be OK with eating oatmeal twice in one day. Maybe even three times.
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Another thing I think I can do? Make it to the next round of Project Food Blog! [Especially since I apparently made thebakingbarrister “laugh her a** off” today ;)]

But I can only do it with your help. :)
Please vote for me here if you haven’t already. Trust me, my friends will tell you the menu I’m concocting for the dinner party round is pretty fabulous…so keep your fingers crossed for me and the potential to cook in my cowboy boots! [That’s the only hint you get. For now.]

I’m a little redheaded engine that could. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.
Do you like the orange yarn-like hair? Because according to a small child I tutored once, “I think it’s weird that redheads are called redheads. Your hair is orange.”

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