so this one time, i tried to walk up an escalator.
and my shoe bent the wrong way. and i hurt my foot. but i didn’t realize it so i kept walking. and there was blood everywhere. and i was just getting my spinach from the salad bar.
and this all happened in a little place called water tower which is actually where dreams go to die. all those tourists.
i know we’re trying to talk about food here so i’m going to spare you details but i nearly lost my faith in humanity that day. i’m trying to wrap my foot in paper towels and not a single soul asked, ‘are you okay?’ and the ironic thing is nearly everyone from my company goes to that café every day for lunch, but i just got lucky and not a single kind coworker was in sight to take the salad out of my hand and help me over to a chair.
so then, after wrapping it in 19 paper towels, i hobble my way back across the street to the office. mind you, still not a single little bird has asked me if my foot should in fact be spewing blood or not.
then, then i arrive at the elevators. and this guy, this precious gem of a soul looks at my foot, points and goes, “rough day?”
rough day? my foot probably needs to be amputated, but no it’s a glorious day. because i’m stuck in an elevator with a complete moron that never learned social cues. like, stop talking. before i kick you with my soon to be amputated foot.
so here’s my plea to you. next time someone looks like they’re having a rough go at it, even if they’re not spewing blood all over foodease, just ask them if they could use a hand. get them a tissue or a bandaid or hold the door for them so they can get the double stroller through the door or help them carry their bags up the stairs. let’s not be so self-involved that we’re not aware that there are people standing next to you. people that might be having the worst day of their life, people that have stories, and bruises and secrets that would break your heart. and all they might need is just a hand, a kind stranger, who makes things just a little easier in that one moment. and they will feel that goodness, they will feel it in the deep breath they take knowing there are still people out there who are there. standing right there, in front of them, and they see them.
because if life has reminded me of anything recently (and i’m not talking about the hurt foot), it’s that life can turn on a dime. it just takes one second. and your whole world goes to black and white.
*stepping off my soap box now.*
how about those chicken thighs? you know i think they’re really underrated. and these are divine. they skin is that crispy amazingness and the sweet spicy sauce just does things to your tastebuds. they’re easy, but they’re something a little different.
i also always think of that song, “you know i like my chicken fried” except it’s “you know i like my chicken thighs”. catchy, don’t you think?
- 1 teaspoons chili powder
- 1 teaspoon kosher salt and ground pepper
- 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
- 1/2 teaspoon paprika (i used a smoked paprika)
- 1/4 teaspoon cayenne
- 4 skinless chicken thighs (i used bone-in but boneless is fine)
- 3 tablespoons honey
- 1 teaspoons cider vinegar (or white wine will suffice)
- 1/2 teaspoon fresh ground pepper
- Preheat broiler.
- Combine first 6 ingredients in a large bowl.
- Add chicken to bowl; toss to coat
- Place chicken on a broiler pan coated with cooking spray
- Broil chicken 3-5 minutes on each side.
- Combine honey and vinegar in a small bowl, stirring well.
- Remove chicken from oven; brush honey mixture on chicken, making sure to get both sides
- Broil 2 additional minute or until chicken is done.