Musings: The Southern Fried Witch Blog
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Ah, how I would like to rest on my porch and not do this work anymore, but here it is: the process of reclaiming a name. I ran smack into myself (hypothetically speaking) on my way home from the courthouse the other day. It's my least favorite place to be, that construction of brick and mortar and legal moorings. But it was a good thing, that ride back to my little farm just before dark. Because, on the way, the past shook loose a little.
Reclaiming, renaming yourself, that's some powerful Witch work. Snuggle in on the porch and let me tell you about the man that showed me how.
Love y'all like chicken,
Seba
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Well y'all, if you listened to the porch chat from last night, you know where we are going. Do y'all have a journal like this? Sometimes, we need the notes, the thoughts, and the evidence of a spell.
Oh and: promise to put up the recipe about Cowboy Candy tomorrow on Patreon. Love y'all like chicken!
xoxo, Seba
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I lost a true companion the night before Samhain. Here's to those dragons and beasties that walk with us on this journey.
May they always be remembered for the magic they forged. And may we be awake enough to realize their purpose.
XOXO,
Seba
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Well, y'all: my dad came to visit. It's been a very long time, but I was struggling with an essay for a magazine that asked me to write about winter. And then, there he was.
I love y'all so much! Hope your Samhain goes brilliantly and that you never forget to get incredibly still and just . . . listen.
xoxo, Seba
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Hey, y'all. Snuggle on the porch for a chat about apply Swedish Death Cleaning (what an appropriate time of the year!) to our own broom closets. I was blindsided by my own lesson to a student--and had to apply it to myself.
Love y'all like chicken,
Seba
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Hey, y'all. I'm being interviewed in a few hours by the Science Witch Podcast and one of their questions got my brain moving. Down the rabbit hole I went!
Hope so much that you are harvesting what will nourish you and your Witchy soul.
Love you like chicken,
Seba
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Just got off the interstate, y'all! My trip was . . . interesting. Sometimes healing means further surgery, but I'm on it.
Also, I briefly embedded a statement on what's happening right now in our country. I did this on purpose, suddenly and in the middle of the episode. I'm sure y'all understand why.
Love y'all like chicken,
Seba
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Hey, y'all. Come sit on the porch with me and let's chat about how we consider the place where our feet stand while engaging with our Craft.
You know, the home-field advantage is real. Just sayin.
Love y'all like chicken, Seba
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I've been studying on this, y'all: making sacred places in my life to harbor my Craft through the darker days to come. In the past, I have put myself last as I built my store for winter. Let’s be honest: there were very few special places carved out just for me. Here in the last year of my fifties, something has shifted within me. Now, I know how critical those spaces, those harvests, truly are as a Witch. It’s almost time to ride, Witches. What have you put up for that journey?
Thought I'd share, and as always: love y'all like chicken. Seba
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'm whooped, y'all. It took me a week to release this, just struggling over how personal it all was and then I remembered: this is what we do.
We all know that life moves on, sometimes brutally so, stealing away both youth and time. But there are things that folks should not to be able to take from you. I'm leaving in a few weeks on a mission to recovery a few of those buried treasures.
And I've got a shovel.
Love y'all like chicken,
Seba
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BLESSED BE Y’ALL!
Out in the Garden
Southern Magic Recipes
What’s a kitchen witch to do when her favorite pickled ginger is not in stock? You know the answer. Here’s my version of pickled ginger, made special with a bit of dried hibiscus flowers from the garden.
Winter nights are rough, y’all. I’m a spring baby and ridiculously seasonal, meaning I may seem fine, but deep down inside I’m sobbing in my pillow like a child. My grandma was like this, too—just cannot seem to get right in the colder months.
Okay, y’all. Sometimes we are just flat out worn down by the world and don’t have the time to make EVERYTHING from scratch. So here you are, beaten by work and chilled to the bone and hungry as hell. Well. If you have frozen ravioli, cheese, and some sort of pasta sauce: you’ve got this.
Y’all, it has taken me 53 years to make pepper jelly. I’ve made almost every other kind under the sun, but the omission of this one has almost lost my Southern card for me. That’s alright: better late than never.
For about three years, I was under a cornbread curse. Yup. I couldn’t remember the ratios of the recipe, more than anything, but also tried to use an off-brand flour and baking powder. No matter what I did, the cornbread (while okay) was not the one that made me swoon.
I was born and raised, for the most part, in Alabama. I’m a mom, a professor, a gardener, a writer, a damn fine cook, and a country witch.