These little hats of mine, I'm gonna let em' shine
I’ve recently divorced my flat iron and my blowdryer…okay, well maybe it’s more of a separation, but I’ve made new friends with an array of hats I own. Baseball cap? Sporty Mel. Kangol tweed hat with hoop earrings? Hip-hop girly Mel. Okay, who am I kidding? It’s hiding my out of control, greasy hair where my cow lick has taken over because it hasn’t been tamed in a while. But I’m trying to make myself feel better. So I’ve made a game out of it. These are my thinking hats, they give me special powers and bring out my inner superwoman. Oh ya, I’m powerful damn it. I wear a multitude of hats every day just like many other women. I’m a daughter, sister, best friend, practitioner and a spiritual being trying to have a human experience. Yep, c’est moi.
So today when I viewed my media kit video at Le Gourmand in midtown Toronto, my MAC ball cap transformed me into creative Mel. Wrapped in big head phones, sipping on my winter green slurpie, I sat attentively watching and was absolutely…blown away. Sitting across from me were Koula and Hernan, probably the most hard working people who have supported and believed in me since they met me back in May of last year. When asked what I could do to repay them for doing all this editing and shooting for me (for free), they replied, just keep going Melissa, don’t stop what you’re doing.
When I phoned my sister late this evening to quickly edit my bio for my 2-sided flyer because my brain is scrambled eggs, she immediately did so without question. And the other day when I wore my Kangol tweed hat and likely drove my web designer, Kevin Hester insane with my neurosis, he didn’t get snippy, he just did the work and at times proved me wrong.
And when I was driving home a couple nights ago feeling completely sorry for myself, wearing a bandanna around my greasy head (this is my country bumpkin look, cus I sport a braid to boot), I received the most amazing text ever from my best friend, Dutchy:
I’d like to tell you something for what it’s worth: I’m proud of you for what you’re doing and putting yourself first and it’s great that you have such a good attitude with Mr. Bling. You’re awesome girl!
Maybe it’s because I haven’t had much sleep, but I swear I almost cried because it touched me. Mr. Bling who I think is ah-mazing, has to take the back burner for now, because this Missy is in the driver’s seat.
This wasn’t the only message I’ve received. I got several more from readers who commented on the last entry and on the Sexy Food Therapy Facebook fan page. So as much as I pout when I’m feeling sucky, I turn to my green slurpies, my sexy nigiri balls, my Sexy Green Connection salad or my favourite dessert, my Sexy Chocolate Avocado Pudding. God damn I love you. Whew, is it hot in here or is it just me?
SEXY CHOCOLATE AVOCADO PUDDING
1/4 cup coconut milk (Thai Cuisine – organic and full fat)
3-4 tbsp Cocoa Camino powder
Agave nectar to sweeten as desired
Pinch of sea salt (to bring out the sweet)
Mix everything in a mini blender and top with berries or eat as is.
I like to spoon this bad boy into a chilled wine glass…it makes me feel special. I’ll have it on my desk when I’m writing and when I’m done, I’ll swirl my finger around the edges and get every last bit. Merrrrcy me.
Now I always get asked about this recipe and if it’s going to make people fat. Um no, fat doesn’t make you fat. In balance, you need fat. Coconut milk is actually a good fat that draws nutrients into the cells. In Chinese Medicine it tonifies the heart and along with avocado, it soothes and calms a racing mind. And trust me, my bowling ball head has been racing with every creative thought imaginable.
Ya, I love food and during these tough times, it loves me right back and keeps me a float. If I ate the boxed Frankenfood shit, I swear I’d sink right now. I also love my family, friends and fans. So, bear with me now because I’m going to sound like I’m a beauty pageant winner on stage fanning her face as she bawls this out:
Thank you, thank you and thank you for supporting me and believing in me when I haven’t in myself. For sending me messages of love and encouragement through a very tough 2009. For keeping me grounded, for making me laugh, for giving me a hand when the two I have aren’t enough. You all make such a difference in my life more than you know and really, I have no idea how to even begin to repay you. Um…create world peace maybe?
In all honesty, my hat(s) goes off to you.
Okay, it’s not exactly 1am or the desired pm time of the evening, but booyah! it’s before 3am.
Goodnight and good morning.