Summer is for suntans. For strolling, sweating, sleeping, stretching, swimming. Summer is for big floppy sun hats, sun dresses, sailing. For sand between your toes. Summer is for sultry evenings sipping something cold, soaking up the last rays of light as the heat finally starts to slip away.
1. Fireworks that thrill the soul... and look kind of like the Battle of Britain. 2. summer rooftop, prosecco, strawberries, Jesse. 3. We kiss a lot.
Our current sublet is basically my dream apartment.... minus a mattress on the floor bed. Some days ... when I'm waiting for a package or for cat food to be delivered... I spend nearly the entire day at home. Because it's the ideal New York flat. Whatever you picture a New York Artist's studio looking like, this is it.
I would love to have met a few good friends already that I could meet for coffee or wander around a new street with or get up the nerve to actually enter one of those galleries that just have one person staring blankly out the window in art-filled solitude with (note: since writing this Jesse and I got up the nerve and had the loveliest morning last Saturday gallery hopping) . Or just to swing by to have a cup of coffee and a gluten free doughnut from Babycakes (Thank you Becky for telling me about it!!!) on my fire escape. Or to slyly get a bag of Bellocq tea from the coffee shop around the corner (it has some serious sanitation issues... and that's coming from someone who is unphased by gross things normally. But I figured out that if you order a cup of hot tea they keep the bag of loose leaf in it. Then you order a cup of ice to go.Then you get home and pour it into the ice and into another cup till it's chilled... don't forget to set the bag aside for your cup tomorrow. Boom.... a very complicated cup of iced tea for the rooftop and warm tea for tomorrow afternoon.) and drink ice tea and sunbathe and read silently together on the roof. Or someone to experiment with watching random French movies on Netflix with. Someone who likes to come to me mostly instead of me coming to them... cause that's just better for me.
We were texting the other day, Chelle, and you summed that whole paragraph up in one sentence without even knowing I had written this the day before! You said, <<It's nice to just be able to be and I miss being able to just be>>. So basically we both miss that.
All my close friends are scattered around the Pacific Northwest with one notable one down in California. We are about as far away as we can be from each other so any time we see each other we don't get the chance to "just be" ... It's always a grab coffee and a glimpse situation.
Thankfully the most important friend just moves with me where ever I go... so the situation is not exactly dire and I was the one who deserted everyone else (except for you, Mia.... you moved first).
We also have found a wonderful church that we think will be our home church here and have been welcomed in with open arms.... not literally... I don't like hugging... but I don't mind not feeling like everyone at the church resents us for showing our faces in their private club! So I'm very sure friends will come here soon. But all you West Coast friends, we miss you always!
Jesse and I have been discussing making friends and, contrary to popular thought, we have decided that it's actually easier to make friends as a married couple for many reasons. You have an automatic wingman who thinks you're the absolute best friend anyone could ever wish for (and, for those jerks who disagree with you, have someone to lick your wounds with... don't carry that metaphor too far). You can talk to either gender and not have them wonder if you are hitting on them. You have a safety net if you don't want the intensity of the one on one conversations. You have someone to hang out with for the times you get stood up (hey, it happens to the best of us). You don't seem so desperate...etc. Now most people get stuck on how you have to find other couple friends and what ifs like: what if the girls don't like each other (valid fear... very valid). But we have never limited ourselves to couple friends. In fact, most of our friends in Chicago were not couples... a perk of marrying young, you don't get lumped into the boring married stereotype as much. Also, we have very similar taste in people (It makes sense based on our mutual Meyers-Briggs results) so we nearly always agree on the couples we like. Sure, couple friends may never evolve into one on one friendships but that's fine by me, because one on one type friends that I actually get along with are very very rare.
While we wait for new friendships to evolve I spend beautiful days like this one in my favorite company (except for Jesse) of myself! ... and cat (he and I are having a rough day... he won't give me any privacy in the bathroom or changing or doing yoga... he likes to bite my calf????... and when I take him for a walk he's such an ingrate. Cats, man. I mean, he has his moments and is pretty good company usually. Everyone has off day(s)). It's like last summer in LA... days and days can go by with me talking to no one but myself (...and cat) until Jesse gets home. And frankly, I'm a great conversationalist when I'm talking to me so I love it.
Also today I got to talk to a local barista and bond over our mutual dislike of Intellegensia coffee (sorry Chicago, but you have so many better options... Dark Matter, Metropolis... and, I haven't had it yet but cannot wait to try, Metric) and said barista gave me my coffee for free and made me sample his Japanese Iced Coffee... he may be winning me over but so far I think it's a blah trend. I like my iced coffee all velvet and chocolate (he thinks cold brew is just day old... we, oh so respectfully, disagreed with each other). I like that kind of friendship... I also met a lovely lady while walking the cat... she's an artist and has lived in LES for "hundreds of years" and knows everyone. She introduced me to a carnie that's lived here in LES for forever as well and works out at Coney Island and a young guy my age who she met while my back was turned at the laundromat.... sure, she's introducing me as Boris, but Boris definitely has less of a ditz connotation than my name so maybe it's ok!
Meanwhile, I (we) plan and plot how to get you, Chelle, and all our other West Coasters to at least visit New York. We already succeeded in convincing Charles (my cousin) to move here... less than a month now!!!... though, frankly, he was ridiculously easy to convince! Where's the fun in that? Well the fun is him being our built in friend, I suppose!
There are many things I love about Joel. One of them is how we spent 4th of July weekend. There had been grand plans of a road trip adventure. We'd ordered film for the instax (which means business), decided what to pack, and then the truck broke.
Joel's first reactions was, "Let's have a staycation and enjoy all the things we love about Seattle, while no one is here." People tend to leave the city for the 4th of July. So that is what we did. And we didn't waste the instax! Not for a minute. Here are a few snapshots from the weekend:
We spent Friday morning and afternoon lounging in the sun at Greenlake with Callie and Ben. Callie and I floated to the center of the lake on our trusty old $2 target inner tubes.
Gina and Jeremiah joined the crew to see a movie (Inside Out, which you should see! You would love it!) and then we had dinner at Local 360. This is a fun place, all local, you know very Seattle! But the food is amazing!
Joel had found a room for the two of us at a hotel with a pool, so the six of us headed back and lounged in the pool until late, then the others headed home.
We woke up and headed out for breakfast at Odd Fellows. On the way we stopped at Cafe Senso which is right by my old office. The owner was manning the shop as it was the 4th and he wanted his staff to have a fun day off. His name was Mario! He made us the best iced coffees and sent us on our way with warmed up pastries on the house.
We've been getting brunch at Oddfellows a lot lately. Mainly because we get two things and split them and it's so yummy and cheap and gluten free! They were featuring a drink called Paradise Lost. Gin, Lillet, Grapefruit, and a housemade elixir. It was so yummy!
So the weekend was lovely. And we avoided the large crowds and loud noises. On 4th of July evening ( I don't know what else to call it) we watched a movie with some friends, then dashed home to reassure Penny the cat that the world was not ending. She was, in fact, fine. She happily snuggled in Joel's arms and we watched the fire works from our window. So it was overall a lovely weekend, though plans went totally as we hadn't planned. Which they are prone to do.
So this entire week I've spent walking to and from the post office and chasing down mailmen.
Don't feel too bad for me. Babycakes Bakery was on the way and I discovered that they make Fair Scones... they don't call it that... in fact I've discovered that no one here, including my husband has ever had or heard of Fair Scones. Anyways, this is the best gluten free scone/biscuit I've ever not imagined could be even possible (If you think about that sentence it may make sense...I, however, have chosen not to think about it). Too many GF biscuit recipes end up weirdly sweet?? Do you guys know what I mean? Anyways, this one was perfectly salty and flaky but absolutely not crumbly and paired exquisitely with the best cherry preserve I have ever tasted. Plus they hand it to me on a perfect sized, malleable wax paper bag. Malleable packaging is actually a very important characteristic for a baked good to go... cause I was able to eat the gluten free scone while walking. My fellow celiacs understand how unheard of the ability to walk and eat is.
When we moved here we had a very broad general idea of where we wanted to live... namely Lower Manhattan. We were also pretty sure we wanted to live in the Lower East Side. Now when people hear both these things they assume lots of things:
a. that we're rich or going to go broke. Reply: we are the opposite of rich... but we also are not broke. Cause we work. And Jesse is really good with budgeting. And we are creative ex-homeschooled kids who have been trained to entertain ourselves cheaply. My most expensive habit is thrifting. So...not very expensive. Our collective most expensive habit is coffee. Also not very expensive. And once my job starts finally, will be even cheaper. Jesse does not have any expensive habits. Well, actually about once every two years he finds something he loves and thinks about it for a year and uses his magical budgeting skills to get us things like out Fuji X100T.
b. that we like to party. LES (lower east side) is known for its amazing nightlife. Reply: we do love speakeasies and shows... but we stick to happy hours and frankly usually end up staying in or up on our rooftop with a bottle of wine... cause: Jesse's magic at budgeting. Also we love the LES because it's more affordable (no yuppies cause of it's partying repute), the streets are narrow, bustling and lined with fire escapes, and tenement buildings are cool. And we like the noise. And how it doesn't get sad and dead at night.
But we also knew that living in places gives you a much better feel for a place and is a better vantage point for a place's actual livability. That's why we decided to sublet for the first month (it has become the whole summer because landlords are weird about renting places to kids whose jobs don't start till September (me).) We didn't want to just take the first apartment that appeared regardless of location and proximity to the places that we didn't yet frequent but would eventually. We have definitely fallen more in love with the LES but this week has made me realize that, like, every neighborhood, it has littler neighborhoods within it! I know, so cute! Like a Russian doll!
This text that I sent to Jesse while sitting under one of those umbrellas right next to Man With Newspaper (that such a famous sounding title... I will sell you prints for many dollars if you want) pretty much sums up the whole of a frustrating (cause, lost package) and beautiful week in one happy burst:
<<It's just (I think) my favorite square in NYC. It's perfectly placed in between les and Chinatown. It's affordable. It has a library and a post office in spitting distance and my bakery and more coffee shops than I can count. A park with tons of sprinklers and concerts. A market in the park. People sit and read in the square and in the park. Hester is a beautiful word. You can look down the streets and see the civic center buildings which I adore. Oh and best of all the East Broadway subway stop has like five entrances on every corner you could possibly need it to be on. So perfect for winter or summer. Can I live here please?>>
Basically what I'm trying to say is I want a home where you step out the door on heart winds ... and Swedish clogs (that did eventually make their appearance and maybe partially responsible for the exuberance of this post... and lest you think my buying them nixes my earlier point about budgeting... they were bought with gift monies).
This section of town seems mostly unsullied by gentrification... no, this is Manhattan we are talking about... but it does seem to have gentrified more gracefully than many other neighborhoods (I'm looking at you Brooklyn). For example, there's what I assumed was a ghost sign for a Hosiery Shop that I stared at for a while cause it was beautiful then I realized that it actually still sold hosiery. I mean, that's the dream in a place!!!
So if any of our readers happen to know of a two bedroom, pre war apartment somewhere between Allen, Essex, Grand and Broadway.... let me know. Seriously.
On a completely unrelated note... I recommend you check out the instagram feed My People Back Then, Chelle. It's a Danish (I think?) woman that I follow's feed of old family pictures. Recording amazing 70s style (including clogs just like mine!), and an epic (I do not use that word lightly) road trip from Denmark to Yugoslavia. I mean.... that last place doesn't even exist anymore!
We have a very special blog post for you today! One day I posted a gluten free picture on instagram. Several minutes later someone from france commented on the post. I did what we all do, and did a little instagram stalking! I discovered Céline. She has been blogging about how to live a gluten free lifestyle in France since 2012. She focuses on using fresh, seasonal ingredients. She also believes you shouldn't have to break the bank to eat healthily.
Having lived in France in 2008, and not discovering our allergies until a year or two later (or until last year for me), I was so excited to hear about gluten free options in France. I thought I wouldn't be able to eat anything when I next visited, but after talking to Céline discovered that there are more and more gluten free options become more readily available in France. She's put together some tips on how to eat gluten free when traveling in France! These are so helpful! She also shared some delicious gluten free crepe recipes!
1. When traveling in France what tips do you have for someone who is gluten Free
France is a little behind on America in terms of gluten-free products, but luckily French cuisine tends to use quite a lot of simple and fresh produce such as meat or fish and fresh vegetables, so it is not too difficult to find gluten-free dishes.
To ask if something is gluten-free : "Est-ce que ce plat est sans gluten ? " (is this dish gluten-free ?) Before you head off traveling, you can download the French coeliac card . This card informs your waiters that you have a sever allergy to gluten and must avoid it.
In Paris, a lot of gluten-free cafés have opened recently. You can find them all on my google map of gluten-free places in the world :) Some of them also sell GF products, such as Chambelland or Helmut Newcake. The Maison du sans gluten is also a small boutique with great gluten-free products such a bread, cereal, biscuits, flour mixes.
2. Where is your favorite place to eat gluten free food (restaurant).
In Alsace, where I live, I love the restaurant Piano 2, just up my street. The waiters are knowledgeable about gluten and allergies in general, and I've never been disappointed by any of their meals. Delicious! They serve a great pesto risotto, and amazing meat dishes with two sides of your choice. It can be fresh seasonal vegetables with olive oil, sauteed potatoes with a little garlic, roquette & cherry tomato salad...For desert, the best place to go to is Bistrot & Chocolat, a trendy café that serves vegetarian/vegan/gluten or dairy free food. Chocolate fondant, buckwheat crêpes, gratins...they are really working on many new gluten-free dishes these days.
My family lives in Paris so I go there quite often. I haven't yet got around to trying all of the new cafés, but I really enjoyed my meal at My Free Kitchen, where all the food is gluten and dairy free. I had a lovely leek quiche, chicken hachis parmentier (shepherd's pie) and a giant apple cinnamon muffin with an amazing crumble on top! Just a few minutes' walk from there are the famous Café Pinson, NOUS & Noglu. A great neighbourhood to stay in when traveling! :)
But the best address you just cannot miss is definitely Chambelland, the recently opened bakery that all of Paris - if not France! - is talking about. Their specialty, the "pain de sucre" ("sugar bread") is to die for. Try the chocolate and orange blossom pain de sucre", it is heavenly!
These crêpes are delicious with either a good chocolate spread, coconut sugar or your favorite jam. I used my dad's recipe from my childhood, which is initially full of gluten! I've tried several versions of this recipe, here they are :
☆ 165 g brown rice flour
☆ 85 g corn or potatoe starch
☆ 50 cl almond milk
☆ 3 eggs
☆ 2 tablespoon oil
☆ 2 tablespoons brown sugar (not necessary, it is nice if you like to eat the crêpes plain)
Mix all of the ingredients, heat your skillet (medium heat) and start making the crêpes!
My other version: beer crêpes
You can replace the almond milk by half dairy-free milk + half gluten-free beer (crêpes with beer is a French tradition from the North of France, where my family is from:
My other version: chestnut crêpes
You can replace the flours by 165 g brown rice flour + 85 g chestnut flour
I am very self referential when it comes to art... I have visited the Met several times since moving here. Did you know it's actually free? They list $25 on a sign but that's just a suggested donation... I know, they think a lot of themselves. I heard, though, that you should legally never feel like you have to pay anything there. It is a vast, vast place so I've decided to take it very slowly and never feel like I have to see a certain amount of rooms or anything. So I just wander and listen to music (Regina Spektor, last time: Rowboats was particularly on point). Some rooms just bore me to tears (sculptures, I'm referring to you) so I speed through them till I get to my current favorites.
Lately the very glimpse of a Cezanne triggers wave after wave of throat-catching nostalgia. He somehow managed to capture countless scenes that I also have impressed on my mind... like, exactly. And not just the views of Mont Sainte Victoire (ugh.... such a miserable hike... remember how Jamie and Josh deserted me with the Quebecois boys who didn't speak a word of English and we somehow ended up on the total other side of the mountain?? I'm pretty sure that was yet another instance of me breaking our hitch hiking rule... due to the bus being on the total other side and the sun having set)... but also the Gulf of Marseille, the solitary angular houses surrounded by scraggly olive trees and yellow soil, and even his still lifes... they sum up the frozen-in-time-broken-only-by-the-lazy-buzzing-of-an-overgrown-fly feel of an endlessly warm afternoon that is so unique to the South of France.
Ok so do you remember the movie (500) Days of Summer? A lot of people have forgotten it/give it a bad rap now but I still completely adore it. There's this beautiful scene where she first brings Tom to her apartment and he actually grasps the fact that showing someone where you live is showing a bit of your soul... it's very intimate. Anyways, she has a black bowler hat on a shelf with a granny smith apple balanced on top.... a nod to the painting by Rene Magritte. I believe she also has a print of a Cezanne.
Walking around art museums always makes me fantasize about being rich enough to simply have a small Van Gogh on my wall... I am very aware that that will never happen. That's why most countries have fascinatingly beautiful vast buildings filled with art that their citizens can wander in at will. It's an amazing thing actually.
Some people sketch. I always feel like they are the truest form of museum goer.
Some people wander aimlessly, ignoring some (often the most famous paintings or all sculptures, in my case, I just can't get into them. Maybe in a few years.) and staring randomly for minute after minute at a row of pipes in the background of some painting (can you tell this is my type of museum goer?).
Some people feel the need to pontificate to their bored fellow museum goers about the mind behind that particular shade of beige on the corner of that particular rock in that particular foreground. This type gets nasty glares from me. I hate them. And their thoughts.
Some people treat it like their afternoon exercise break (and maybe it is). I actually appreciate this type immensely because when you think about it, a brisk walk around the Met is sheer genius. So much better then a boring run through Central Park or a treadmill or ... worst of all... a mall. Plus they don't get in the way of my staring at pipes.
Some people zip around photographing every single painting. Now this type I find hilarious... because I did that once... when I first visited the National Gallery in London when I was twelve. Only to realize when I got home these photos that I'd blown my entire disposable camera on were soul-less. They lacked everything that make real paintings alive and dance and failed to jog my memory because I'd neglected to take a picture of the artists' names, too. But some of this type of goer have really perfected the art of photographing every painting. Perhaps it's because of nearly limitless memory cards or iPhone storage. Whatever the reason, these dedicated people take painstaking photos alternating between the information plaque and the painting. I hope no one ever tells them that many museums now have online catalogues with that exact information, because they are one of my favorite things to see at museums.
I am also (and still) the type to wander around with a camera... but now instead of mindless cataloguing, I prefer to take photos of the mindless cataloguers (photo credit above: Jesse) or the sketchers. And here and there when I see a really lovely painting I photograph it. So I can a) show you and b) so I can reproduce the painting in 3D in my very own home. Which is where I've been trying to get to with this rambling piece of writing all along. That row of pipes! I gave Jesse a beautiful meerschaum pipe for our first Christmas together and since then pipe giving has become a bit of a tradition so we have a few by now. And will only get more. So I plan on a pipe rack in our next apartment. And only you, readers of the blog, will know what it's a reference to (the Cezanne above). I love the concept of decor being a reference to--a nod to--great pieces of art that I will never afford (nor would I necessarily actually want to, cause private art collectors are kind of selfish, right? denying all of us hilarious museum goers). Basically, paintings are the pinterest of the past... and probably should be of the present, too.
I already had a nearly entirely black room (my kitchen) in Chicago but this painting (to the right) has inspired me to re-create this entire little nook.... preferably with the stove for heat as well.
1. one of the last beams of light to touch our things before they were boxed up for the summer. 2. I taught myself/I found a really good app and I used it nearly daily and got cool back muscles until we packed up our sheepskin. And now my floor space is exactly five feet by two feet... anyone know if it is ok to do yoga on a mattress? Cause I can't wait to start again. 3. We ate lentils and cheese and drank wine for the last time (in Richmond) with our friend... and our friends from the coffee shop but... no pictures of that... 4. we got over-eager on our packing and finished way to soon. So we sat around and waited for graduation. Cause some smart guy jumped the gun and got a job suuuuper early. 5. Jesse (the afore-mentioned smart one) graduated. 6. more waiting. This time for my jobs to finish. 7. We made it to NEW YORK CITY! 8. We found this little tea shop the first traumatic visit to nyc (the one with the possessed cat, 110 degree weather, no AC, weird $35 a night couch in Brooklyn for the two of us, and all the upside down crosses decorating the blood red walls). Anyways, we stumbled into this little basement shop and it was so cool and the tea was so refreshing and it may have been the first glimmer that ended up with us moving here. Physical Graffiti, East Village. Go there. 9. and 10. my favorite (so far) bookstore is conveniently across the street from the tea shop. 11. my "cream" swirled like all the cool real cream drinking people's cold brews do! 12. My new favorite drink: not sure what it's called but it's Contratto Aperitif on ice topped off with prosecco and an orange wedge. And this whole scene pictured here? It was a free tasting... we and our friends got four drinks total for $0.00... none of this tiny pour at the very bottom of the glass... an entire cocktail. That wine shop, called, incidentally and delightfully, Wine Shop, is now my favorite. They also wrote the prices of wines and liquors right on the bottles with a chalk pen... it looked gorgeous. 13. our new room... It's a picture of our bed because that's nearly all there is! But who needs space when you live in New York City?!
camera: Fuji x100T
photography: Jesse & Brittany
alternate title: "going out when you're too poor to drink"
First, preheat your oven to 350 F. Mix one "egg" and add the coconut butter.
Cream together coconut crystals, honey, vanilla, and egg mixture.
Mix together the blended flour, salt, coconut flour, baking soda and add to the egg mixture.
Add the carob chips!
Roll into little balls and press to 1/2 inch thickness and place on a greased baking sheet.
Bake for 8-10 minutes and then set out to cool for two minutes.
I have been feeling pretty uninspired about wardrobe and clothes lately. Normally I get really excited when the seasons change. Getting to think about what will shape the next seasons wardrobe, what will be the accent color. Will I paint my nails, and if so what color. Most of the time it's finding new ways to wear old things, but I've been drawing a blank.
A friend studying interior design recently told me that her professor said "You're grade will include how you present yourself during class, how you dress and carry yourself." This made me laugh, thinking back to rolling out of bed at 7:55 for my 8:00 class. Apparently - appearance has no affect your French grade... interesting... Anyway that got me thinking about personal presentation, dignity, worth and how that's reflected in the way I dress.
How you dress yourself is like painting a picture - starting with a blank canvas. You get to inspire people with your work of art. (Pretty sure I've said that before.) Anyway thinking of a canvas helped and here's what I came up with for spring:
Colors // Cream (after conversation with B), Black, Red, Pink, and Brown with Gold accents.
1. The cream shirt is a long loose flowey piece from Target. I bought two new shirts to create my spring wardrobe. I'll look for a few other pieces (mainly shoes).
2.The black and white scarf was a 2008 H&M purchase. I bought that in France with B. She bought one for her Mom. We both still love and wear this scarf all the time. I love the pattern and it's a great accent for any outfit.
3. Recognize these gold bracelets B? You gave them to me as a bridesmaid gift when you got married. Love them! They're my gold accents for spring!
4. Instant Liner, Eye Liner from Clarins. Eye liner present quite the challenge. I still haven't mastered it yet, but it's a fun new look to try. I have a pinterest board dedicated to tutorials on makeup so hopefully I can nail this look as spring progresses.
5. Opalescence Face & Blush Powder from Clarins. I love Clarins becuase 1. They're a family owned french business 2. All their products are plant based 3. When I buy foundation I get free samples like this blush and I love it!
1. The stripy shirt is my second spring purchase. Another Target find. Flowey, stripy, and light!
2. Brown Bag! A friend gave this to me. Her friend lived in New York in the 60's and this purse is from that era. I love everything about it!
3. Keds! All day every day I do love these shoes so much. This is my third pair. And I just love them!
4. Pink (Zora) and Red (Myrtle) nail polish from Julep. I love the muted pink and think there will be days for that and then days for BOLD red! Julep nail polish is great! It dries fast, it's vegan (not that I would eat it) and you can get some fun colors with their Julep Box. Joel got me a three month subscription for a gift last year. It was super fun! (Of course I forgot to cancel it so got a 6 month subscription - but no ones surprised there.)
5. MAC Lipstick (Retro Matt Ruby Woo). I was all about dupes (which are knock off brands) but a sweet friend said, "No dupes!" and bought me this lovely red! It lasts all day and doesn't dry out my lips, so she may have had a point.
6. Love this sent from Diptyque! I've been wearing it for the last year and it makes me so happy! It's The Do Son Eau De Parfum, " Sunny, Hazy, Creamy, indolent, seductiveness," which is of course my middle name.
7. Gold necklace from Moorea Seal. She opened a shop in down town Seattle and you would love it. Clean, Fresh, Full of light, inspiration, and beautifulness.
I do have a few dream items on my list. Primarily shoes. But as I still can't decide what those will be I'm happy to kick around in my keds and soak up the sun that's been hanging around Seattle on and off the past few weeks.
One of the best parts of a new season is planning a new wardrobe... and by new I do not mean new clothes (although I have a few things on my thrifting list to look out for) but rather new combinations of existing items. Most of my clothes used to be a-seasonal... however, since leaving Washington it is more difficult to get away with that. Both Chicago (obviously) and the East Coast have huge temperature fluctuations, and throwing a bit of LA in there, I've ended up having much more diversity in my wardrobe. Sticking to an all black (with a few white and grey neutrals thrown in) does help ease the clothes from season to season but I still find myself rediscovering items that unconsciously got pushed to the back of my closet by disuse. These photos were actually styled and taken last spring (the lingerie look familiar, Chelle?) when I was photographing the cover of your cookbook. But I just this past week rediscovered that white Italian silk tank top and it got me excited for spring... which hasn't really sprung here on the East Coast but it may be trying. Anyways, as I rediscover items I will try to shoot some more shopping-my-wardrobe spring-wear shoots.
A few things I'm looking out for while thrifting are: Platform sandals (the only way I can pull off midi dresses at my height). I like these, these and these. Chelsea-esque boots (again with a tad more heel than the classic). I like these and these. Black leather jacket (ok these last two I've been looking for all year... not really springy but could work still). I like this one and this one.
What's on your thrifting or otherwise list?
Making: Gluten Free, Refined Sugar Free, Dairy Free Granola
Smelling: The yummiest mix of vanilla, cinnamon, and honey
Tasting: Earl Grey tea with coconut milk and honey
Hearing: Death Cab For Cutie iTunes Radio Station. I really love their new album, especially the song No Room in Frame. Guess who it’s about.
Reading: Cookbooks. Lots of cookbooks.
Loving: The current mix of work, time off, sunny winter days, and time to enjoy each of these.
I’ve been working on this recipe since January. Joel and I have eaten a different version of granola each week, while I try to find the perfect sugar free, dairy free, gluten free mix of goodness that will inspire me want to leap out of bed and start the day. To be honest you’ll rarely find me leaping out of bed – regardless of the incentive. However this recipe came pretty dang close. It’s the perfect fix for my sweet tooth, which has been longing for all the goodness of milkshakes, ice cream, and doughnut delights since cutting them out at the start of this year. The good news is I’m feeling so much better, so the no ice cream is worth it.
3 cups of Gluten Free Oats*
1 cup of Cashews *
1 cup of Pecans*
4 Medjool Dates
¼ cup water (not pictures)
½ cup honey *
¼ coconut oil
1 teaspoon Cinnamon
1 teaspoon Vanilla
Notes on ingredients:
Gluten Free Oats – I have found a great brand at Trader Joe’s that are cheap and tasty. If you're worried about trace amounts of gluten read their explanation of how oats are made. You can also substitute in an alternative that works for you.
Cashews and Pecans – You can use whatever type of nuts you like, I am limited in the types I can eat currently so these two are it for me.
Honey- Use local honey if at all possible. It helps prevent allergies but it needs to build up in your system before allergy season strikes! Also you can substitute for honey for pure maple syrup.
Begin by preheating the oven to 200 F and lining a baking tin with wax paper.
Next, Cut up the dates and remove the pits. Put them in a small pot with ¼ cup of water and bring to a boil. Continue to cook until dates are soft (3-5 minutes).
When the dates are finished put them along with the cashews, pecans, cinnamon, vanilla and half of the oats into the blender and pulse several times until the nuts appear chopped. Don’t over pulse – the mixture shouldn’t be totally blended. Pour mixture into a bowl and set aside.
Bring honey and coconut oil to a boil and let simmer for a minute or two – stirring constantly. Then pour honey/coconut oil mixture into the blended oat mixture and stir until combined
hen add the remaining dry oat.
You are minutes away from the most amazing goodness. Spread the mixture evenly over your wax paper covered baking sheet and put in the oven to cook for half an hour. Stir the mixture every 10 minutes and remove from the oven when golden brown.
While the granola is cooking take a few minutes to tidy up. This is my least favorite part of cooking, but by the time the granola is done your kitchen is all clean.
Remove from the oven, let cool, and enjoy! I like mine with fresh fruit and coconut milk. Store the rest in an airtight container for up to a week.
making: a pretty terrible little painting
seeing: a giant pile of laundry
smelling: nothing, in a good way
tasting: burnt toast and tea (sure sign of Jesse not making my breakfast...he never burns it)
hearing: Dead Hearts by Stars... on repeat... so it's about the 57th time I've heard it this morning alone. And I still love it. I also may spontaneously say things like, " They had lights inside their eyes.... They were kids that I once knew." Jesse is utterly horrified. "It's hard to know they're out there..."
reading: The Diaries of Jane Somers by Doris Lessing... I am also stuck on her. For now, all other authors pale and none will do but her.
loving: having Fridays off... except I don't today. But in theory it's great.
watching: The Americans is back!!!!!! So that's the most exciting. Also Broad City. And for the long cold nights we are currently plowing through It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and I just love how awful they all are and that the actual actors have this complicated web of being married to each other.... I mean, that is the sweetest dream in all the world, isn't it? Working side by side with your best friend who is also your spouse? So if you think about it that way... it's the perfect Valentine's Day show. But in no other way is that true.
anticipating: our reconnaissance trip to New York next month.... Jesse will be meeting with ad people and I will be chilling (physically and the other meaning) and we also have a complicated schedule of churches to visit. So that will be busy and exciting and cold. We went for a night walk the other day and it was just barely down to the 20s and I was a chattering mess. We are losing our Chicago edge. But we will get it back.
So we got a fancy new camera for our Christmas present to each other and I am, of course, having technical troubles with getting the photos off it. So I was digging around for photos for this post... and found these... equally realistic but hilariously contrasting....photos. Even when we are stonewalling each other with our stupid phones we are evidently in love. So that's comforting.
And I want to leave you with Endre Penovác's work that was featured on This Is Colossal this week.
It’s an amazing feeling being totally alone but completely surrounded. I mean this in a good way – not the paralyzing lonely way that you sometimes feel in a room full of people – but more the cozy little top floor apartment where you can sit on your coach and quietly soak up the mid winter sun that has decided to appear in Seattle for a minute or two– and just be. It makes me want to live in this apartment FOREVER!
Of course we are on the top floor so there is the advantage of not being able to hear the cacophony of shoes, feet, furniture moving, things being dropped, or cats running laps around the apartment at midnight (PENNY!) that our neighbors downstairs might hear from time to time.
There are pros and cons to apartment living. A laundry machine would be nice. But I don’t like yard work. But I would like a chicken coup one day. And a closet isn’t an ideal nursery – but I could figure out how to make it work if I needed to – but I don’t right now. And then there’s the storage.
Our apartment was built in the 1900’s. And though they did include plenty of space for storing things – I think men and women had fewer clothes because no matter how many times Joel and I pair down our closet it always seems to be full to the brim so we decided to do a little DIY apartment renovation with the help of our friends at Dunn DIY.
This was a really cool experience as I was able to take a picture I had in my mind – put it on paper, walk into a shop and get Adam – a Dunn Lumber genius- to go over the plan, help figure out what materials we would need, order all the materials, and then have the wood cut to the exact size we’d need it in the shop. Because we were working with Dunn DIY they created a “How to make your own Gas Pipe Shelves” guide that I’ll share with you once it's published (I'll update this link asap!).
The team came over one morning, we went over the steps and Kirstin made one unit while Joel and I made the second unit. She was just the cutest thing ever - adorable vintage style, bright red nails, so cute- and then she whips out a drill and assembles this awesome shelf unit. I was pretty impressed.
Quirks of an old apartment - the shelf may look a little tilted and it's because the apartment floor actually is slanted. We couldn't figure out why it wasn't level until we realized - it WASN'T user error.... it was just the quirks of a 1900's apartment.
Well it's been 13 days of no eggs, sugar, dairy, gluten, peanuts, or almond products my dear B and my oh my I don't know how you do it. The first few days were fine. And then I hosted a bridal shower. It was so much fun- but I couldn't eat most of what I made. I munched on carrots and snap peas as cheesecake, macaroons, and all sorts of goodness sat there just starting at me.
In the middle of last week I said " JOEL we should go get HOT CAKES, they are gluten free and VEGAN," - and also my favorite dessert in the world!" The good man said, " Yes but what about the sugar." . . . Dammit.
BUT THEN I found these gems:
I'm learning that recipes often can be altered and it's okay. I can't have almonds and this recipe calls for almonds - so NIX the almonds and sub in cashews and get ready for the most amazing chocolatey sugar free goodness you've ever had!
Chocolate Carmel Goodness without the Ness: An adaptation of Healthier Date and Cashew Caramel Chocolate Slice from Nadia the Good Food Cook. A huge thank you to the lovely lady for such a delicious recipe! I've made changes based on my dietary restrictions (no almonds or walnuts). You should do the same!
*Gluten Free, Dairy Free, Sugar Free
For the Crust:
1 Tablespoon Cocoa Powder (I didn't know this was sugar free!)
6 Dates - Pitted
1/2 Cup Raw Cashews
6-8 Tablespoons Ghee (which is dairy free) or Coconut Oil (for vegan) - Again I get both at Trader Joe's
Date and Cashew Caramel Filling:
400 grams dried and pitted Dates
3/4 Cup boiled water
2 Cups Cashew Nuts softened - To soften the cashews boil them in 4 cups of water for 15 minutes
1/4 Cup Maple Syrup (the NATURAL STUFF! PURE PURE PURE)
1/2 Cup melted Coconut Oil - this adds an amazing flavor so try not to sub!
1 Teaspoon Vanilla Extract
150-200g Dairy Free Dark Chocolate (again it's SUGAR FREE! Who knew)
1 Teaspoon Vegetable Oil (or another oil that won't contribute to the flavor aka a neutral oil)
READ ALL THE WAY THROUGH BEFORE YOU START! I may or may not have snatched the crust out of the oven and had to re blend it because I forgot the dates... so do yourself a favor and read this all first.
For the Crust:
Preheat your oven to 350 degrees fahrenheit. Grease an 8x8 pan, line it with wax paper, and grease the wax paper.
Put oats, cocoa, salt, dates and cashews in the blender and blend until all mixed together. Add the ghee and mix until dough forms. Press the dough into the pan and place it in the oven for 15 minutes.
Remove from oven and let it cool.
Now for the amazing caramel-ly filling that is just so so yummy!
Put the dates and the water on the stove top and bring to a boil, stir until the water is evaporated and the dates are a fairly mushy texture. Then put the dates, cashews, maple syrup, coconut oil, and vanilla extract and blend until smooth (this will take several minutes). Now spread this deliciousness over the crust and refrigerate for 4 hours. Or freeze for two hours.
Now get your double boiler. Don't have one? I don't either. So then get your pot and a bowl that fits in the top. Put water in the bottom and then put on a high heat. Put broken pieces of chocolate and oil in the top and stir continuously until it melts.
Spread the chocolate over the carmel and put it back in the fridge for 20 minutes. If it's not quite hard enough return to the fridge freezer for a little longer. I left mine in the freezer for 2 hours and it was perfect!
For some time now the lime green walls in our apartment's bathroom have slowly been eating away at my soul. So last week in a fit of new year fervor I decided to give the little room a french twist and do cream walls with a black trim. I love the outcome and feel so happy each time I walk into this little parisian dream. However I will say - I'm not a detailed / methodical person so the final product was a little more drippy than I'd like to have hoped. But .... I'm still pretty pleased!
And who knew rosemary could be so pretty
This post will deal with Depression, IBS, MTHFR, Eating Disorders, Dietary Restrictions, Chronic UTI’s ( Urinary Tract Infections) and a New Year full exciting changes! It's a longer than normal, wordy post but I hope some of you find it helpful.
It’s one of my favorite times of year, full of fresh starts, blank pages and hope. A new addition to my New Year’s routine of resolutions is starting small and building up. Most of the time I start with a list of ten things and by the end of the first week of January have given up on them all and feel like I’m drowning in a puddle of despair because nothing has changed. So baby steps it is. This post is one of those steps.
I’ve been looking forward and dreading this blog post for a long time. Typically I tend to be aloof when it comes to things I consider personal and private. I don’t like to be an open book. . . or blog for that matter… But over the past several years B and I have each had our own health struggles and one of the things that has helped us both is other people sharing what they’ve learnt through conversations, blogs, or books.
At the start of 2015 I want to tell you where I’m at, how I got here and where I hope to be in the next few months. I want to share this with you because typing “blood in urine,” into Google on your smartphone while you’re on vacation in another country is a less than ideal.
Before I share my story I want you to understand two things
1. I am in the middle of all this now and don’t fully understand it all
2. I’m not a doctor and most of the progress I’ve seen has been accomplished by working with medical professionals – which has at times been extremely discouraging, difficult, and embarrassing – but has been hugely helpful.
Since I was small I’ve dealt with GI issues and severe headaches. In high school I was diagnosed with IBS and given pain meds. I was told it was stress related and something that would come and go and I had little control over it other than avoiding combinations of stressful situations and greasy foods. Many things would trigger upset stomachs followed by hours of sitting in the bathroom and – honestly I’d rather not go into details but you get the idea - or there would be blinding headaches that were similarly linked to stress and IBS.
I’d go to doctors and get different tests done. Colonoscopies, stool tests, blood tests. But no one ever tested for allergies. I’d ask for them but often times didn’t feel heard. During this time I developed an eating disorder. It was never a conscious choice, simply because things made me sick and I never knew what they were going to be. But it wasn't just that. It was also a huge control thing. The more out of control things felt, school, life, health, finances, the more I’d control eating. I went to a nutritionist and asked her to do an allergy test. She told me symptoms of anorexia were very similar to IBS and in order to do an accurate test I’d need to gain 10 lbs. She gave me a meal plan that included yogurt, bread, and eggs (as you read on you’ll find out all these things make me sick.) So I left feeling unheard, crazy, and irritated.
I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety since high school. Two years ago my doctor advised me to take anti depressants and start seeing a counselor. I am so thankful for both of these things – and honestly believe everyone should been in counseling at some point. As far as the meds go, that’s a personal choice and one I fought for years. But for this season they’ve been very helpful.
Chronic UTI’s //
In May of this year I got married to my lovely husband. A month after being married we were on a trip with our friends in Canada when I walked into a bathroom and started peeing blood. I began to panic and could feel my body shaking. Googling “blood in urine,” never goes well – when I came back to the table (we’d been getting drinks with friends) Joel could tell I was upset. We went up to our hotel room and after some online reading decided it was a UTI. When we got home I went to the doctors, took a UTI test, found out that’s what it was and began a course of antibiotics.
This became a regular occurrence and every 3-5 weeks I would have a UTI. 4 UTI’s later I ended up in the ER after waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweats freaking out. The amazing doctor there looked over my chart and was appalled that I’d been put on 3 different antibiotics and no one had followed up or found it concerning that I was having recurring UTI’s- apparently 3 in a year is excessive. He put me on a new super strong antibiotic and sent me to a Urologists. I didn't know what a urologist was. Hint: they mainly see men.
I saw a urologists several days later who told me I had honeymoonitis and could expect the UTI’s to continue for the next 6 months. He was a very nice man and made me feel less crazy and embarassed about the whole thing. He prescribed more antibiotics- these ones I would need to take everyday for the foreseeable future.
Sure enough the UTI’s continued. I was missing work and getting every cold that came around in addition to UTI’s. A typical month consisted of feeling fine for a week, getting a cold or some other illness for a week, my period for a week, followed by a UTI – or basically feeling semi-okay one week out of the month.
I’d pretty much given up hope in doctors and was done seeing specialists but decided I would give a naturopath a try in one final effort to figure things out.
I walked into the office and two hours later had finished talking through my medical history . My doctor had listened, asked questions and taken extensive notes. She then slowly talked me through what we would do.She did a blood panel to test for things like thyroid and anemia (I’d had these in the past), a blood test for food sensitivities, a blood test for something called MTHFR which I’d never heard of, and talked me through next steps.
We started out with the basics: Fish Oil, Multi-Vitamins, Vitamin D, and Probiotics. We also added a urinary tract soothing tea, all natural cranberry juice, lots of water, Uristatin, and D-mannose - all natural remedies to fight / and help heal the urinary tract from UTI’s. (Blog post on all this to follow).
I was back at the doctors two weeks later with the worst UTI yet. I was in a lot of pain and feeling pretty stupid, as I’d neglected to take any of the vitamins or even pick up the tea. She put me on antibiotics and didn’t scold but encouraged me to try to be disciplined and when I left I went strait to the pharmacy and picked up the tea.
Several weeks later we got the results of my blood work back. I had one genetic mutation from the MTHFR test the A1298C one. People with this experience a lot of GI issues and …. DEPRESSION! We got the food test back. I was sensitive to dairy, gluten, eggs, sugar, peanuts, and almonds. (Remember that nutritionist... yea.) As my doctor talked me through this she said “ I didn’t know how I was going to tell someone who struggles with an eating disorder that they had to cut out a ton of different foods, but let’s look at it this way look at all the things you can eat.” I just felt relief – things were starting to at least make sense and I was feeling less crazy. For so long I had felt like I was just making a big deal out of nothing and that I just needed to toughen up.
This was in November. Joel and I decided we’d start the food elimination in January after all the Holidays – Joel is going to do this with me, which is amazing! He’s been so loving to me through this whole series of events and never once made me feel like I was a burden – something I consistently was tempted to believe.
So why did I share on this on the blog? Well because as I’ve been dealing with this I’ve had so many conversations where ladies I know are struggling with the same things in different capacities. As I start eliminating and learning to plan meals, cook, be disciplined, and hopefully begin to experience some healthy changes I want to share that. Also as silly as it may sound so many resources look clinical and not pretty at all – and having a pretty place to put all these things will really help me and hopefully help some of you.
B can tell you more about her story / health. She has different things. But we both want to create something that is beautiful, helpful, and enjoyable for those of you who may be dealing with any number of these things.
I’ll write some more detailed posts about supplements etc. and flush out some of the things I’ve shared above as this year goes on – also see the MTHFR page for more details about that. Please share your thoughts and experiences below! That’s why this post is up – so you know you’re not the only one!
The Emily Program - A resource for those dealing with eating disorders. I've not personally used this resource but have heard great things.
"At The Emily Program, we combine our evidence-based treatment with personalized holistic care. We’ve found that effective eating disorder treatment requires awareness of the genetic, biological, psychological, social, and cultural impacts on each client."
*Suicide Prevention Life Line - 1-800-273-8255
*Whenever talking about depression it can be hard to think about - don't deal with it alone! Okay!