Archive for May, 2013


Last night I went to a Chopped watching party for Nate Echelberger – a local pastor, half of the team Holy Smokers (check out their super awesome BBQ sauce – on shelves now in Austin, and available online at www.sauceonpurpose.com) and oh yea, an amateur chef who competed on last night’s Chopped.

When we got to the party, it was PACKED!  So many people were there to support Nate, it’s clear that he’s loved by so many.  I don’t even know Nate, but my husband does.  So I’ve been following his Chopped story since the beginning.  And I’m a HUGE fan of Chopped – my kids and I have watched it forever.  I’ve even written about it before here on the Supper Club blog.  And after writing about it got my own phone call that put the Traveling Psychic Supper Club’s Cable Network Connection engine in motion.  But this post isn’t about us, it’s about Nate, and being inspired.

So Nate ended up on Chopped – and I ended up at this party because of hot sauce.  By a series of clicks and connections Nate and his Holy Smokers Cohort Jon entered and won a cooking contest, which lead to another cooking contest and so on.  Since I’ve gotten all of this info second-hand I’ll just skip to last night – watching Chopped with 300 other people.  The energy there was great – anxious and hopeful, supportive and happy.  As a viewer of not only the show, but the scene going on around me, it was fun to watch. Of course nobody knew going in the outcome of the show so we all watched together, applauding and laughing through the appetizer round  then…ohhh no.  Nate was chopped – and as he walked down the hall, with the camera on him, he was smiling and happy and everyone at the party was cheering.  We were all cheering – not because he won probably one of the craziest, anxiety provoking cooking competitions there is.  No, we were cheering because he took the chance to get there in the first place.  Because that show is CRAZY and he got everything on the plate, and the flavors were there.  But unfortunately because he hadn’t worked with scallops straight out of the shell before (I mean really, who HAS??  we all get scallops from the store, pretty and squeaky clean…) so was some sand.  So he got chopped.

But the story doesn’t end there.  Last night’s party was also part of the launch of the Holy Smokers sauce.

sauce

So everyone there was there for Chopped of course, but also to be part of this inspiring new path that Nate and Jon have started on (with some help from a friend of ours, Todd – an inspiration in his own right – who helped make it happen, along with I’m sure many, many others).  It was inspiring to see these guys on a path they may not have foreseen, but are taking the steps and doing it.  On a path that started with entering a cooking competition, and led to their sauce on grocery store shelves and beyond.  It made me reflect on my own path, that doesn’t involve sauce, but a supper club.  And it made me reflect on all the people who are a part of it, and supporting it and making it happen.  Can Sauce change someone’s life?  Or a TV show?  Sure, why not?  We’ll see.

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It’s been forever since I’ve written anything here, thoughts have been coming in and out for sure, just not making it to the page.  A lot has gone on in the last month.  I’ll go into that later at some point…but specifically in the past 15 hours I’ve had a proverbial Psychic “shot in the arm”.  So if this writing is a little rusty, I’m trying to just get back into it, so forgive me if this is a bumpy ride…

Long Island Medium started again last night which I sat down and watched some of with my daughter after an exhausting Mother’s Day (hope all you Moms out there had a great day!)  It gave me a couple of different boosts…While watching the show I’m picking up my own cues from the person being read.  I enjoy watching LIM for that reason, it’s kind of like an opportunity to read, without any kind of pressure (that I place on myself) during a reading to “say the right thing”.  Not that I ever know what that is anyway.  Usually “the right thing” is the kookiest thing that could possibly come out of my mouth!

Case in point.

Last night I had a very vivid dream – that included a sink and my favorite Beastie Boy.  And (in the dream) that Beastie Boy’s cousin.  Upon waking, someone’s face/name popped into my head.  In my world, this only means one thing.  I’ve got a phone call to make.  A very weird phone call.

(And no, my psychic phone is not a red rotary phone,

but I like this picture much more than a boring old Iphone sitting on the counter.  It makes me laugh)

So before saying anything else, I’ve got to say this.  Yes, it’s weird.  It’s uncomfortable. It’s not something I want to do, call someone and say…”Uh, Hey, UM…What’s up, yea, I had this dream that I’m supposed to tell you about…” – Luckily this is someone who knows me “psychically”  – which it sounds like it would, but it doesn’t really make it any easier.  Even as a psychic, I second guess myself.  I say, “Yea, that’s crazy – I’m not going to say that!”   but like I tell EVERYBODY ELSE, you can’t judge it.  Judging it pushes it away.  Second guessing it, nope, can’t do it.  Maybe it’s not for you to get.  In my case, it’s never for me to get.  It’s for the receiver.  I’m just the messenger.  I will say it’s easier for me to give a message to someone who has actually COME TO ME for information, more than someone I  just out of the blue have to call on a Monday.

But here’s the kicker.  The information made sense to the person it was meant for.  And it addressed a question.  The sink was almost thrown in there for me, as a validation.   And THAT’S Pretty Freakin’ Awesome.  So what does this mean for you?  This cryptic story about dreams and not second guessing yourself?  It means if you have a feeling that you need to share something, share it.  If you see an opportunity, take it.  Even if it feels absolutely crazy.

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