Chef Cynthia

📸February 1st

Everyday, I wake up and I don’t think about whether my skin color stained my sheets the night before. Skin color doesn’t rub off. It is what it is. My character is what you should be checking.

I wake up to a new world, a new opportunity to be swallowed whole or to fill the hole. To sink in the abyss or swim with the sharks.

I don’t celebrate Black History Month for 28 days. No. I celebrate being Black 365 days a year by buying from Black businesses, investing in Black businesses, pouring into Black businesses and loving my Black ass family. That celebration doesn’t minimize you, your character nor your ability to access opportunity.

You might think that’s not CEO behavior and clutch your pearls. I would find that odd because I did not think we would be here again under open tyrannical leadership in the 21st century - but here we are.

I bought this sweatshirt from my client and friend, Joi, and this woman is far more brave than I could ever claim to be. I stand beside her and millions of others who understood the assignment long ago.

Hate is a cancer and I woke healthy today. Healthier than I’ve ever been. I checked my linen sheets this morning - not a stain on it. ⚫️

Buy local, buy small, and love more. We are all human.

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💪🏽 My Mama

🤌🏼Sometimes I get back into the kitchen to bake from scratch as I process strategies and think about what’s next for my life.

It makes me miss my food truck and restaurants so much. I loved every vegan and plant-based recipe I created. It was art for me.

But, for now I will build tiny home communities with a bit of nostalgia.🧡

Happy New Year