My roommate helped me use the oven,as I was so shaky. Although when the casserole was done, I pulled it out, and promptly dropped it. Earlier, I had spilled coconut oil on the floor, and now green bean casserole. It was. A bad day for the kitchen floor. At the end of the day, I feel more like I was bitch-slapped by my diversity, than able to celebrate it, but that's okay, because tomorrow is another day. I hope that others were able to have more fulfilling holidays than mine was. I also wish that the symbolism behind this holiday was more widespread. A couple years ago, I went to a community event where people came together on a variety of volunteer projects for the local community. Seeing people come together for the United good of their community, was so moving, and have this holiday true meaning for me. Until then, I had never really understood the symbolism of the holiday before. Bringing people together to contribute to greater good of a community should be a WAY more central idea. Go Vermont.
Happy Martin Luther King day, all!