Meet my Neighbor- The Kitchen Witch

Welcome, Welcome!  Please do come in, I’ll take your coat, scarf, mittens and hats (it’s been chilly in these parts lately!).  Don’t mind my crazy, barking dog or the mess… It’s just the way it is around here.

It’s the first day of “Won’t You Be My Neighbor” sponsored by Never True Tales.  I’m so thrilled to be participating in this exciting event where we get acquainted with each other, and each other’s favorite bloggers.  I’m the sharing type (not the swinging type but the sharing type) and am happy to introduce you to some of my favorite neighbors in my neck of the blogoods (blog + woods).

My first neighbor that I’m anxious to introduce you to (if you don’t already know her) is The Kitchen Witch.  I first met her a few months ago as I participated in ANOTHER event (I guess I’m the event type – social, friendly, fun… you know) and for ten days I read her daily posts. I didn’t know what to expect. I thought she “just” posted a daily recipe which intrigued  me enough because I’m a new cook and am ALWAYS looking for some new delicious recipes.  But no.  No. No. No. She is so much MORE than a recipe blogger.  She introduces each recipe with a story. A story of life. A story of her life. She’s real. She’s powerful. Her writing style is so easy. So effortless.  And funny. So so funny (when appropriate). I’ve loved getting to know her through her posts and I am CERTAIN you will too.  So thank you Kitch.  Thank you for dedicating some special, precious time coming over to my neck of the woods and lending me your words for the day.  I am honored to have you here!

And with that, may I introduce you to…

The Kitchen Witch

Backbone Cupcakes

I was leafing through a giant pile of pictures the other day, cursing myself for not being the scrapbooking type. Hell, I’m not even the baby book type, a fact I was cruelly reminded of when Miss M. turned 4. I opened M’s baby book to insert Miss D’s birthday card for her, and realized I hadn’t filled in a single page for year 3. I suck.

After the Baby Book Shaming, I decided to tackle that pile of photos. Which just reminded me how hard I suck.

But I found the above picture and it made me smile. Even though it’s blurry and shitty. This pic was taken a year or so ago, far before the blogging days, so there really wasn’t a reason to take a picture of a cupcake…

Except that there was.

It’s no secret that I was a fearful, wimpy kid who was bullied relentlessly. It was horrendous, living in that kind of fear, but in a way, I asked for it. I allowed myself to be treated like the World’s Own Whipping Boy. I came home every day after school, ate my snack, did my homework, and went to bed without saying a word to my parents about the abuse. Bullies love a victim who won’t spill.

Some bullies are worse than others. In my case, it was a stout, ruddy-faced girl named Sandra, who flushed dozens of my mittens down the boys’ restroom toilet and even attempted a ski jacket once. She whispered into the ear of every girl in our class, warning them that if they spoke to me, if they sat near me at the lunch table, they were toast. She told the boy I adored that I was a dyke, a word I’d never heard of before.

There are special places in Hades for the Sandra’s of the world. There have to be, right?

Last year, Miss D. got a big old dose of Mean Girl from an aggressive cretin named Alize. Lucky for me, Miss D. is the worst at hiding her feelings. The first day Alize messed with her, she arrived home with swollen eyes and a face as open as a bloody wound. And I knew.

Bless Miss D. and her open-book soul; she spilled the goods, smearing my shirt with tears and snot, shattered that someone could be so mean.

So I rubbed her back and wiped her face and told her about Sandra. And Rebecca. And Nicole. And Shannon. And an entire pack of girls in junior high. I managed to attract them in droves, because like all feral animals, they perked up at the scent of blood.

And I told Miss D. the secret that all bullies seem to know: a girl who won’t fight for herself is dead meat.

It’s a nasty little lesson, particularly when it has to come in the freaking 1st grade…those wenches start early nowadays.

There are plenty of people who will disagree with me, but I will never, not ever, be the parent who tells her child to just ignore a bully. Ignorance is not bliss; it is a free ticket for someone to ride your ass relentlessly.

A few days later, Miss D. came home from school, uncharacteristically silent. I mean, this is a kid who hits the door with a barbaric YAWP! every day. Something was afoot.

It came out at bedtime: my skinny Miss D., who I had to order special pants for in the 1st grade, had an incident in gym class. Quite plainly, her pants fell down. Quickly, she pulled them up, but someone saw. Any guess who that someone was?

And that someone laughed. And threatened to tell the whole class.

I pulled her close, smelled the strawberry shampoo in her hair, felt thick in the throat.

And then I said, “What did you do?”
“I sorta wanted to die, Mom. I was so embarrassed. She saw my underwear and everything.”
“I’m so sorry, baby. That’s my fault. Remind me in the morning to pin your pants tighter, okay?”
“‘Kay.”
“But when she laughed? Honey? What happened?”
“I told her she was mean.”
“You did? Really? What did she say?”
“Nothing. She shut her fat mouth.”
“I think it’s good you said something to make her shut that mouth…I’m glad you decided to do that.”
“‘Kay. But Mama?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t forget about the pants, okay?”
“Promise, baby. Consider it done.”

The next day, while Miss D. was staring down the fire-breathing dragon that was Alize, I made cupcakes. Because growing a backbone is mighty hard work. A girl needs to keep her strength up.

Thank God this girl is learning faster than her Mama.

*Note – I asked The Kitchen Witch which cupcake recipe works best and she made it clear that ANY boxed cupcake mix will work wonders. I plan on using Cherry Brook Kitchen brand cupcake mix because they are nut and egg free for my girl…

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11 responses to “Meet my Neighbor- The Kitchen Witch

  1. Thank you for stopping by my blog and leaving such a sweet comment. : ) I enjoyed reading your posts, your writing is wonderful.

    Have a terrific weekend.

  2. What a wonderful story! Mean girls are the worst. Love Eleanor Roosevelt’s quote. No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. My daughter kept that on her wall through high school. (Eleanor left us lots of thoughts that women can live by.)

  3. crnnoel

    Oh I love this! As one who never stood up for myself… I can so relate. I’m so glad Miss D spoke up, what an amazing girl, and she has a great mama 🙂

  4. Nicki

    Love this! Great neighbor!!!

  5. There IS a special place in hell for bullies…and girls are the worst. I’ll never tell my kids to put up with it either, and I’m so glad she stood up for herself! Thanks for being part of Won’t You Be My Neighbor today!

  6. What kind truthful neighbors you have! I actually went to high school with TKW – I never knew she was abused by bullies, but we were pretty good friends. I was bullied too – severely – in Jr. High and Elementary school. It has horrible and very, very hard to get past. My kids will have some serious PISSED OFF MAMA backing them up if the same thing happens to them.

  7. Thanks for having me, Becca. I was honored to be asked. I love your blog.

    BloginSong: elementary school and 7th grade were the worst for me, too. Thank goodness we found each other.

  8. I was also bullied in highschool. I to this day don’t understand WHAT I did to these girls. They were part of the “druggie” crowd who never went to class and would hang out outside of my classrooms for me. They’d harass me in the halls and in the bathrooms. They’d wait for me after field hockey practice in the locker room and scare the crap out of me. I never wanted to tell anyone… I was too embarrassed about it. I still feel nauseous when I think about it!

    I sure could have used one of these cupcakes when I got home!

    Thanks again Kitch!

  9. Jen

    Oh, ladies, you know how I feel about cupcakes. I am going through a little withdrawal over here and might have to get out my mixer tomorrow, despite the fact that, right this very moment, there is very little drama in my children’s lives right now. (Shhh… don’t tell.)

  10. Ambrosia

    TKW, you have helped me in my search for dealing with bullies. I think that my little gal will have that problem. Bother her father and I did. ) :

    When I was in Kindergarten, this girl, a friend (of course, all the girls in my class were my friends), brought invitations to her birthday party. She invited all of the girls, except me.

    I cried and cried. The teacher found out. And…somehow I was invited. I don’t know exactly how it happened, but I do remember going to the birthday party. I didn’t even have hard feelings toward her! I guess that I didn’t have the heart to be mean to someone. So, when someone was mean to me, I was flabbergasted!

    Great teaching moment. Your story brought tears to my eyes. I am sorry for the pain you experienced.

  11. Amie

    TKW you are such a great Mom. Bullying is horrible we are going through it with our son and it is so hard. But I do agree girls are so much worse at such an early age. Your kids are so lucky to have a great Mom like you.

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