Selfies of Your Dog Otis

It's not often that I write these words, in no small part because I think things through fooooorrrreeeevvvvveeeerrrr before forming an opinion, but here it is: I was wrong.

Totally wrong.

Totally and completely wrong.

Yep. I was.

I have spent the past several years thinking selfies are the stupidest thing to ever stupid. I now take it back.

Mostly. I can't quite entirely take it back for two reasons:

1. It seems that a whole bunch of people seem to think that the words "selfie" and "photo" are interchangeable. STOP THAT. A selfie is a photo of yourself that your took yourself. See that? SELF. It's right there in the name! Your dog does not take selfies, kids. Every time you post a photo that you took of your dog and say "Otis selfie!" I have to punch a fluffy kitten.

Kiara does not appreciate what you're making me do.

2. I was kinda right about some people who are selfie whores. You know that super gorgeous woman who posts beautiful selfies three times a day every single day? I've met her. In person. She's REALLY good at finding flattering angles and using filters on her photos. She is absolutely posting those carefully edited and perfected photos of herself so that you will compliment her because HOOBOY that's not what she really looks like.


And the second point there is what I previously thought about all selfies. I thought they were mostly MEEEEEEE! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!!!!!!! photos, but without the caption that made it clear that people were going there and doing that.

Sometimes that's true. But, sometimes it's not.

I recently discovered that sometimes it's not because Alexis and a crew of her friends straightened me out. I was teasing the group about their gratuitous selfie posting on Instagram. Basically Alexis' entire grade is on Instagram. They all follow me, so I follow them back. I love to lurk in their timelines and see what they're saying to each other. The good news is that they really are consistently super nice to one another. The bad news is selfie after selfie after selfie OMG STOP TAKING PHOTOS OF YOURSELF.

I said as much to a big group of them and then had to explain myself. I said that I think selfies are self-centered and just people wanting attention. How many times do you need to take a photo of your outfit and fish for compliments, you know?

It was about three minutes into the conversation that I was corrected.

"BUT MOOOOOM. I don't take pictures of myself so that people will compliment me. I take them so I remember how fun it was doing whatever and that I did it with whoever and that sort of thing. I take selfies so I remember that I was there!"

Go ahead and guess which kid said that. There's a solid hint in that paragraph.

It doesn't matter which kid said it, though. What matters is that a whole bunch of the kids chimed in to agree. It seems that they take selfies so that they will remember how they felt that day or how much fun they had or whatever.

That's not self-centered. I mean, maybe it is, but it's the exact reason I blog. I write to remember. The kids said they selfie to remember.

It's not about how cute she looked in that dress. It's about how she felt when she was wearing a cute dress.

It's not about how good he is at football. It's about remembering how much fun he had when he played in that game.

And so on.

So, I was wrong. Selfies aren't an act of the self-centered. They're actually kind of cool.

Which is exactly why I've been taking more of them.

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Baked Eggplant and Spinach

Were there 48 hours in this weekend? Because I swear there WAS NOT NO WAY NUH-UH.


That weekend thing flew by faster than anything I've ever seen. It was 8:00 pm Sunday before I looked up, saw the clock, and realized I wasn't going to manage to get photos for a new recipe post in time.

Oh well.

The good news is that I've been meaning to make Baked Eggplant and Spinach for a few weeks now, so not having a new recipe to post means I can re-post that recipe and put it front and center in my mind. I will remember to buy the eggplant this week. I WILL.

(Check back on Friday. If I haven't bought it by then, smack me upside the head. Much thanks.)

Baked Eggplant and Spinach

1 Eggplant, peeled
2 tablespoons olive oil
Spinach (If frozen, use one package. If fresh, use as much as you can fit into a produce bag.)
1 cup marinara sauce
1/2 cup (or more) shredded cheese

Slice the eggplant into 1/3 inch pieces.

Coat each side of the eggplant slices with olive oil and a little sprinkle of salt. Place in the oven under the broiler (low, if you have a choice). You can use a cookie sheet if desired, but I like to put it directly on the rack.

While you're waiting for the eggplant to cook, cook the spinach. I prefer to steam it, but it doesn't really matter. (If you use frozen spinach, drain off as much of the liquid as you easily can.)

When the eggplant is lightly browned on top, flip it over and allow the other side to cook. It takes about 5 minutes per side, but oven temperatures vary, so keep an eye on it. (Pro tip: If the eggplant seems a little dry after cooking the first side, feel free to slap some more olive oil on the uncooked side before putting it back into the oven.)

Once the eggplant is lightly browned and softened, remove it from the oven. Place a layer of eggplant in the bottom of an oven safe dish.

Add a layer of cooked spinach.

Add a layer of marinara sauce, and then repeat the layers until you run out of eggplant.

Then look at how amazingly healthy you're being and realize there isn't enough protein happening. Fix that with some shredded cheese on top of your last layer of marinara.

I'm a fan of mozzarella and provolone, but anything works.

Bake at 375 degrees for about 20 minutes, or until it is warmed all the way through. Then turn the broiler on high and make some quick magic.

Whoever first figured out that burnt cheese is the greatest thing ever deserves a medal. We fight over that stuff at my house.

I like this as a side or a main course exactly as it comes out of the oven. The husband, however, likes to put a huge serving of it on a hoagie roll.


It's good no matter what.


Yep, She Wanted to Jump in the Water. Of Course.