baked sliders


The day Alton Sterling was murdered, I was supposed to post an image of ice cream cones spelling out the word “goals” with a line of html code on Instagram. It was part of an influencer campaign to illustrate how code has empowered people across the internet, and, in the weeks leading up, “goals” seemed a cutesy yet appropriate sentiment. And then Sterling was murdered. I postponed the post. I sat and watched, horrified, as, over the next hours, a growing business-as-usual silence spread over the industry for which I typically feel so much pride, my industry. People—"influencers"—continued to post their smoothies and tacos, not saying a word about the cataclysmic social and racial crisis we were in. I was silent that day, too. I, like so many, was speechless.

The next day, Philando Castile was murdered in front of his girlfriend and her child. And the day after that, five police officers were killed (along with the shooter) in the midst of a peaceful Black Lives Matter protest in Dallas. By Thursday, July 7, 2016, to say the United States was not in the midst of a crisis was to willfully ignore what was writ large in print, in video, and in the blood of those who lost their lives across the country.

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When I was in San Francisco last week, my sister gave me a super-simple recipe for homemade oven-baked sliders, which I made for dinner tonight. Busy daddy and I had bunless sliders, obvs, but they were still pretty good! The boy said the sliders were meh, but he doesn’t really like burgers, so whatevs.