Nacho Night

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I smile as the phone illuminates under my hand. His text short but sweet. I chuckle before my fingers touch the cold worn screen… a quick reply shoots from my fingertips. I wanted nachos in my belly. No, I needed nachos in my belly. He doesn’t respond immediately and my mind turns back to work.

Another text quickly flashes across the screen. He wants to know why he’s still at work so late on a Thursday. The same as us all I chuckle. The conversation quickly turns to dinner plans and Nacho Night is mentioned.

Nacho Night had vastly become a favorite Thursday night pastime of adulthood. A chance to pretend we didn’t have work and adult responsibilities tyin’ us down. Nacho Nigh sounded perfect to me. Nacho Night was needed.

My fingers shot back against the screen, “works for me. I’ll even buy the supplies needed as long as I can take pics. Y’all know I gotta practice what I’ve learned.”

I scurry through the isles of the local grocery store worried my phone would die before I picked the last ingredient. I paused at the bean isle careful to make sure the purple vegetarian flashed across the can in bright white letters. I gathered the remainin’ items; instagramin’ along the way careful to say thank you to the cashier as I scurried out.

I knocked on the worn and creaked screen door moments later. The noise of a warm Texas early night greets me. The Cicadas chirp a lovely cadence. A cadence familiar to those in The South as Spring and Summer approaches.

I rush through the door almost droppin’ the groceries in the process. A little one no more than a foot-high barks and rushes to meet me. He beings to move items out of the way careful to make ready for the onslaught of pictures he knows I’ll take. I pause, used to this gesture. I ready myself for the over indulgence of information I am about to throw his way.

I start yammerin’ on about the class and the lessons I’d learned. “First rule of thumb is to touch or move nothing, “I holler. “So stop movin’ things.” He rolled his eyes as he continued… “It doesn’t count if I move my own items he fusses!” I oblige careful to leave no footprint.

The next arrives, not even phased by the camera I shove in his face. He’d grown accustom I suppose. The night rolls on, a hint of adult responsibilities and tiredness hits us. We rise to end our stay, but not before I grab the camera and hit snap.

Remember you can still get a discount on the photo class I am learnin' from {} or any of the other classes {} You can also still get 20% usin' my code ISHARE20

Whisk Crepes Cafe

whisk crepes dallas

whisk crepes dallas

whisk crepes dallas

Y’all this post is sponsored by #CreativeLife and a I am sure excited about it.

She sends me a picture of a crepe. Imagine I can see her eyes water from across Texas and through the tiny screen that illuminates in my hand. She wants to know if we can visit again

We walk in the tiny well-lit space. He’s nowhere to be seen. I turn to Jeff and note how odd that is. I know they just opened I tell myself… but he’s always here. I’ve never not seen him. Especially on a day like today I think. Now, who will rag on me and make fun that I can’t pronounce my own name. Oh, well I decide. We sit and immediately began to yapper on about, life- the day- and what to order from the menu.

They’re runnin’ a little behind. It’s International Crepe Day. We expected as much on a day like today. We don’t mind. We both have time to kill. The time passes by as we chat on and wait to order. I pause as he catches my eye. He rushes in the tiny space with a tired smile. He immediately walks over to take our order.
He looks at me and goes, "what's your name?" I replied, "no your gonna make fun of me like always!" He answers, "No I'll just correct you." I smile, all is right in the day. Now, I can enjoy my crepes content the tradition continues.

Delicious crepes now fill my belly as he walks back over. He wants to know if I remember some of the pictures that I took the last time I was in. “Yes,” I reply. I yammer on about how photography had become somewhat of a passion as of late. That anyone could take a picture of a plate of food or a restaurant. “I aim to tell the why behind the magic”, I explain. He nods in agreement as we walks over to help make crepes.

I finish my crepes and gather up my items but not before walkin’ over to the glass. He shakes his head in annoyance as the camera frames his face. I chuckle, knowin’ he will be the first to like and comment on the pics.

I focus the camera and…. SNAP!
Whisk Crepes
Owner: Julien Eelsen
M-Sun 8am to 10pm

1888 Sylvan Ave
Dallas, Texas 75208


As of late I get asked a lot about my photography. What I shoot on, what got me into photography; you name it.
Lately I’ve adopted more of a photojournalism style that I am to bring into everyday life.

As it stands right now I’m sittin’ in a local coffee shop in Downtown Houston headed to El Paso. I’ve got a long train ride to El Paso and on the train I plan on takin’ the photography class ‘Family Photography Photojournalism’ {}. All the classes are in collaboration with #CreativeLife.  Here’s a link to the main page { } and all of the photography classes by experts they offer. There's 1500 classes from top photographers who know what it takes.

To follow along on my progress use the #CreativeLife. And better yet y’all could take a class with me. If you take any classes  20% off usin' my code ISHARE20. Y'all are always askin' my secret. Well, here it is. There is no secret. Just educatin' myself and workin' hard. I’ll be usin’ all the tips and tricks I learn to photography as many people and scenes as I can while down in El Paso this week.

Welch's Grape Creme Cheese Pop Tarts

Welch's Grape Creme Cheese Pop TartsWelch's Grape Creme Cheese Pop Tarts

It’s been so long I wonder if this thing is even still on… well, here goes nothin’. Let’s see if this if I remember how this all works.

DISCLOSURE: Ahh, yes gotta let y’all know about the delicious sponsor Welch’s.

2017’s word: FINISH
The internet and my life is full of my half-baked/ half-failed ideas and best laid intentions. Time to finish those up. Startin’ here, today.

#BarefootInTheKitchen; #BarefootInTheKitchen my first love. That’s how I’ve spent much of this heart healthy month thus far.

 Growin' up Daddy was obsessed with purple from his fraternity days. I went to a college where Purple was everythin'. So, obviously I love grape juice. Plus this brand has no added sugar. Works for me cause Lord knows I don't need any added.

Today my kitchen produced these little minis. Homemade Welch’s  Grape Crème Cheese Frostin’ Pop Tarts.

Y’all enjoy and let me know what you’ve been up to while I was away. What have you seen? What have you listened to? What have you eaten? How is the plan to be healthier this year?
2 cups flour
1/4 cup of Crisco 
teaspoon of baking soda
1 teaspoon of  baking powder

1 teaspoon salt
About 1/2-2/3 hot water 

Favorite Grape Jam.

4oz  creme cheese
1 tablespoon of Agave syrup
1/4 cup of Welch's 100% grape juice

First we will make the dough. 

1. Mix the flour with the baking soda, baking powder and salt.
2. Fork the Crisco shortening in.
Once everything is worked in mix with your hands until it becomes the consistency of corn meal.  
3. Slowly add the hot water.
4. Mix with a wooden spoon and then your hands until the dough looks and feels like pie dough.
5. Place a damp towel over the bowl and let it sit for 20 minutes on the counter.

1. Roll the dough at and cut into squares.
2 Add a dollop of the jam and then brush the edge with egg wash. 
3. Place a second dough square on top and then fork around the edges.
4. Bake at 350 for about 20 minutes or until the dough is cooked.

5. For the frostin' melt the creme cheese, Welch's 100% grape juice and agave syrup. Then pour on top.

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