Doubt. With a capital D.

Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.  ~Eleanor Roosevelt

While Eleanor Roosevelt may have been the first to say this, my dad was certainly the second....and every time I hear or read this quotation, I have to remind myself that I and I alone either give or deny permission to make me feel inferior.  As of late, I feel like I've been giving permission to make me feel inferior.  I'm not quite sure where this self-doubt is coming from, and quite frankly, I don't like it.  I am being a first class weenie about life right now.  

When I think about all the great things I have coming up---culinary school, house decorating, making new friends, discovering Austin---I get excited.  But then that stupid, self-doubting voice whispers in my ear, "What makes you think you're special?  Or that you'll stand out from anyone else at school?  Are you really going to fit in in Austin?"  Ugh.  


Anyway, on to happier things....


I baked my first blueberry pie on Sunday!  I have to say, I was really pleased with how it turned out, and after letting it sit in the refrigerator for a bit, it ended up looking very similar to the photo in the cookbook!


I'm still getting through the Martha Stewart Cookie Book, slowly but surely.  I made Chocolate Pistachio Biscotti last weekend, as well as an Iced Applesauce Oatmeal Cookie...this past weekend, I made Sand Tarts, which reminded me a lot of the cookies I seem to remember having when I was little at my Grandma Bernie's.  It smells like a cross between a snickerdoodle and a sugar cookie, but has the consistency of shortbread.  Whatever it is....they smelled YUMMY!