If You Feel Too Old to Live Like You Have Always Wanted To…

This morning, as my steel cut oats simmered on the stove and I went through my cabinets in order to remove any condiments made with onion or garlic, a person I love very much messaged me to say that she felt too old. “I really wanted to help people,” she wrote. “If I could change time, I would go back and become a doctor.”

I added brown sugar and a pinch of salt to my steel cut oats and began to pan-roast five pecan halves, before replying to the text. You see, my Wicked Luvs, words implying that someone feels he or she is running out of time are not to be taken lightly. In my reply, I said that we should talk about this on the phone. And that “It’s never too late to do what our hearts call for [what our souls need]. If we are alive, we can find a way.”

The latter bit of the text sounds a bit cliché. I know that. Yet, that doesn’t keep it from being true. This person has done so much helping already. I reminded her that “Sometimes is difficult to see our own worth, but those outside… notice.” I’ve noticed the deeds of her huge giving heart a lot.

After adding two table spoons of coconut milk to the creamy oats, I stared at my half empty spices cabinet. I had no idea so many of my condiments had onion and garlic in them! My gastroenterologist put me on a mildly strict low FODMAP diet—no fructose, no lactose, no fructans, no galactans, no polyols. Which translates to no onions, no garlic, no most-of-the-stuff-I’ve-been-eating-for-the-last-almost-38-years of my witchy life… and no mangoes.

With all that in front of me, I started thinking, I’m so freaking lucky. That might sound a tad ridiculous coming from someone whose bones and gut seem to be aging three times faster than the rest of her. But I do feel lucky, my Wicked Luvs. Why? Well, because although all the changes upset me at first, in a day or two I’m back to being my usual chirpy self.

It’s not that I don’t care. Oh, I care so much and so very often. But I am lucky because losing some of the things I love and some of the ones I thought I needed—certain foods, driving, sitting at the dinner table—doesn’t take my happy away. I will miss them. But having them taken from me gives me the opportunity to search for new things.

My gut issues take my fresh onion and my garlic away? Fine! I’ll experiment with onion and garlic infused oils (the fructans in garlic aren’t oil soluble, so I can get the yummy taste without the painful *and embarrassing* tummy consequences). I shall also create a sofrito a la Magaly (yes, I’ll share the recipe). I am going to make all sorts of changes that I suspect will remind me that although I’m not living like I used to, I am still alive and I can choose to make the best of that gift.

If you feel too old to help society as a whole, then help a couple of people who live near you. If you feel too old or too sick to publish a book, then write short stories and submit them to literary journals, magazines; share them online! If you feel too old to live like you’ve always wanted to, then find something different to want just as much and live for that.

With those thoughts still swimming in my mind, I made a cup of French Vanilla coffee, added the roasted pecans to my steel cut oats, and took a bite. And you know what, my Wicked Luvs? I rather like this recipe. I might miss the rich and distinct flavor of evaporated milk, but the coconut milk and pecan combination gives my oats a wild and earthy healthy taste.

Steel Cut Oats - Low FODMAP

– ¼ cup of steel cut oats
– 4 cups of water
– 3 sticks of cinnamon
– 2 tbsp. of coconut milk (canned)
– 2 tsp. of raw sugar
– a pinch of salt
* 5 pecan halves (optional)
* one serving

In a one quart saucepan, bring the water to a brisk boil. Add cinnamon sticks. Let it boil, over medium-high heat, for five minutes. Add the steel cut oats and lower the heat to medium. Let it boil, stirring every now and then to keep from overflowing, until the oats are soft and most of the liquid is gone (about 30 minutes). At this point, I remove the cinnamon sticks, but you can leave them in if you like. Add the sugar, salt, coconut milk, and stir. Set the heat to low, cover the saucepan, and let it simmer for about 5 minutes. While you wait, crushed the pecans and roast them (I roast mine in a frying pan for 3 minutes or so). Pour your oats into your favorite bowl, sprinkled the hot, roasted pecan on top, and yum, yum, yum. ♥

Worry Not, My Wicked Luvs, Drusilla and Maelynn this Way Come

Some of you read that I Was Drowning under Waves of Boiling Rage… Before Being Rescued by a Heart Bright with Stars, Red Fabric under Black Lace, and a Grenade Full of Daisies, but missed Writing with the Cyber Punches. Because of this, I’ve received several emails from Wicked Darlings wanting to know if I was going “to stop posting [my] fiction online”. The short answer is: no, I will not stop.

The long answer is more involved. Let’s just say that the theft left me a bit pen-shy for a day or three… Then the rage ebbed, the Muse told me to stop being ridiculous, and common sense reclaimed her spot at the wheel of my brain-housing group.

I’m going back to posting a piece of fiction (or a poem set in one of my fictional worlds), every week. Here is a more than tentative schedule of what’s to come:
• Mar 17th – Laila Flynn, part 4: “Skintight
• Mar 25th – Lum and Darlene
• Apr 1st – Neglect NaPoWriMo
• Apr 8th – Red Veiled NaPoWriMo
• Apr 11th – Laila Flynn, part 5 (for Oma Linda’s Shadow of Oz)
* Edited on March 20, 2015: I completely forgot about April being a month for poetry (NaPoWriMo). I will still publish the 5th part of Laila Flynn, but Neglect and Red Veiled will be held until May. I will share detailed updates in a day or three.

After the second week of the cruellest month, I shall alternate between tales of Maelynn del Monte and Drusilla; or, Camp Cute, Creepy (and Quite Conveniently) Remote… as well as the stories of a young woman you’ve yet to meet. I will share the details behind my choices in a future post. Fly over to my Stories page, if you wish to read about the characters and tales I mentioned above.

Railroad Spikes and NailsFor the ones who asked to see my railroad spikes and nails (your creepiness rockeths very mucho, by the way). This is part of it. I figured I should show it bit by bit… I would hate to terrify anyone… too much *muahahaha… cough, haha!*