This warm apple rice pudding is comfort in a glass. We need loads of it right now, people.

Is this America right now?! It’s 2018 and we’re seriously out here having to defend our right to exist over and over and over and over and over again.


Is it not enough that we have done whatever it took to assimilate?

Apple Butter {Mind Over Batter}

We grew up and left our slang behind, or at the very least only code switch in majority brown spaces. We didn’t associate with people who were deemed ‘trouble’. My entire adolescence was defined by the phrase ‘dime con quien andas, y te dire quien eres’ (tell me who you hang with and I will tell you who you are). We dropped friends who participated in questionable behavior due to an instilled fear of ending up a drug addict or in prison.

We monitored our grammar and diction to belie our immigrant beginnings.  We pick up some ridiculously boring sport like golf – that until Tiger Woods came on the scene was a majority white sport. We brunch and expertly grasp wine stems to assimilate into spaces which increasingly view us as… Threats. We’re too loud, or too slow, too extra – but what they really mean is we’re too brown, too black. We are labeled uppity or ungrateful if we dare enter with confidence and feel at ease inhabiting these spaces; a right we have earned.

We are viewed through the prism of our enslaved ancestors – Hardy, indestructible, volatile, dangerous, angry. Our ancestors were property – Stolen, branded, beaten, raped, forcefully assimilated into a foreign culture – And we managed to survive it long enough to continue procreating, to thrive even. We are seen as impervious to abuse, as if we’re not fragile, which is why it’s done so often and so easily.

We are treated as if our freedom is designed to be tenuous. These publicized incidents of racist ass, fragile ass people calling the police on people of color for merely living their dang lives cements the belief that People of Color aren’t free – We’re just loose. And apparently the racists know this. They thrive on calling the police to serve as THEIR enforcers. I mean, by law we cannot be excluded or kicked out of restaurants or schools or venues. By calling police officers and merely stating they feel ‘nervous’ or ‘threatened’ they stay playing with our lives.

If you viewed the latest incident at Yale University where a white graduate student called the police on a black graduate student for napping in a common room area, you’ll understand what I mean. The smugness in which she states she had ‘every right to call the police. You cannot sleep in that room’ as she took photos… Lord. This bitch was bothered by the mere PRESENCE of another person. A person who lived in the VERY SAME building. She was so bothered that she called the police to enforce the point: She didn’t belong.

When I hear people state racism is a thing of the past – Why do we bring it up – They must inhabit spaces where people look just like them. My son attends a majority African American high school. A vast majority of the teachers are either African American or Latino – The students are either African American or Latino. They lived in innocuous environments where – As the majority and in varying shades of brown – They do not face micro aggression or racism.  This may soon change and as much as it hurts, I’m preparing for son for it. Almost all the boys in my son’s High School will graduate and attend college in majority white spaces. Spaces that may be welcoming, or spaces where some racist will believe our sons don’t belong because the color of their skin. A person who instead of engaging or interacting with our brown sons and realize the only thing that set them apart is skin color –  Will immediately view them as a threat and put THIER lives in jeopardy.

People truly need to understand what it means to be brown in America right now and stop this both sides ‘you don’t know the whole story, wait for all the facts’ – ESPECIALLY when there is VIDEO PROOF OF INJUSTICE – bullshit. If you find what is happening  appalling, speak the hell up. Don’t be a spectator, don’t grab your phone and take video and then discuss how unfair shit is with your friends. That changes nothing.

Stand the hell up. Be an ally. Like a true ally – not ‘Facebook or Twitter status’ ally. We need you on the ground, right now. We need people to stop playing with our lives.

Now flow with me quickly – I made you this bomb ass Warm Apple Rice Pudding. I’m not going to lie, I made this rice pudding in November (I think). I took a long break and didn’t get around to posting this. It’s here now. Sorry about the leaves. And it’s just as good today, as it was back in November. If you made apple butter (and I hope you did) – You should have some left over. Store bought is fine too.

Rice is steeped in apple cider and spices for about an hour. The rice is then brought to a boil. As the liquid reduces the apple and spices bond to the granules of rice, infusing it with flavor. Milk – Whole, evaporated, and sweetened condensed are added, followed by apple butter and maple syrup. We roll deep in flavor here. A bit of vanilla extract for another layer of flavor. Finally, some raisins. Golden ones. This mixture is cooked over low heat. It’s stirred and stirred. There’s a rhythm to stirring. You’ll get it. Be sure to stir often, as no one enjoys burnt rice pudding.

Serve it warm.

Serve it cold.

Just serve it.



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