Monday, October 17, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Sigh.
Fall is upon us.
There is nothing so glorious as the bite of crisp air and the smell of burnt wood. The encompassing warmth of unnecessarily-high knit knee socks and a sweatshirt bring back memories of why I love fall so dearly. Maybe it has been the anticipation of Christmas, the excitement of a change in seasons, or a break from the ordinary way of life that makes me love this time of year so much. I clearly remember as a child, desperately trying to convince my neighbor's father that my September birthday really was, indeed, in fall. He was patient with me as he explained I was born in late summer, but I stubbornly believe I'm a fall child.
This new season is all about ginger, nutmeg and cloves, the sour green apples my mother uses to make apple pie, the juicy and savory taste of pork tenderloin with roasted potatoes, butternut squash soup (after years of fighting, I have given into my love of this amazing dish), and the smokey-sweet smell of the fire burning in the fireplace. The rich oranges, the deep reds, browns that arrive in shades unknown and the clinging green of the past summer. Its to be looked forward to.
There is nothing so glorious as the bite of crisp air and the smell of burnt wood. The encompassing warmth of unnecessarily-high knit knee socks and a sweatshirt bring back memories of why I love fall so dearly. Maybe it has been the anticipation of Christmas, the excitement of a change in seasons, or a break from the ordinary way of life that makes me love this time of year so much. I clearly remember as a child, desperately trying to convince my neighbor's father that my September birthday really was, indeed, in fall. He was patient with me as he explained I was born in late summer, but I stubbornly believe I'm a fall child.
This new season is all about ginger, nutmeg and cloves, the sour green apples my mother uses to make apple pie, the juicy and savory taste of pork tenderloin with roasted potatoes, butternut squash soup (after years of fighting, I have given into my love of this amazing dish), and the smokey-sweet smell of the fire burning in the fireplace. The rich oranges, the deep reds, browns that arrive in shades unknown and the clinging green of the past summer. Its to be looked forward to.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Cicus Animals
Here is the best way to describe my perfect morning. Saturday, around 8:20, I wake up to a dim room, curled beneath the down of my blanket. The weather, slightly cloudy with the stage set for rain, sets the mood for the day: peaceful and constant. I spend the morning either locked away in a book, whispering a story in my head or simple watch constellations form on my ceiling. Whatever I choose to do, it involves being still.
After a quiet time in my room, I'll venture downstairs and eat last nights dinner for breakfast. Favorite options? Chinese food or pasta. Sometimes, if I'm feeling boring, I'll just drink Earl Grey and eat some toast. Then I flip on the TV and watch the Barefoot Contessa or Giada De Laurentiis making some high class food that later inspires my lunch.
I have a thing for good mornings. There are a hard thing to find, usually because our lives start out with mornings choked by the events of the upcoming day. But if all we have for is two minutes before our day to sit and think in silence, cease upon this opportunity.
After a quiet time in my room, I'll venture downstairs and eat last nights dinner for breakfast. Favorite options? Chinese food or pasta. Sometimes, if I'm feeling boring, I'll just drink Earl Grey and eat some toast. Then I flip on the TV and watch the Barefoot Contessa or Giada De Laurentiis making some high class food that later inspires my lunch.
I have a thing for good mornings. There are a hard thing to find, usually because our lives start out with mornings choked by the events of the upcoming day. But if all we have for is two minutes before our day to sit and think in silence, cease upon this opportunity.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Most Manly Men of my dreams
Well...I have to admit something. I have had a crush on Steve McQueen ever since I saw him in Magnificent Seven years ago (which also starts Yul Brynner, another object of my fantasy affection). I have only seen him in that movie and other random time other places, but my totally attraction has remained. He is a manly man. No doubt about it.
Steve McQueen
Yul Brynner
Steve McQueen
Yul Brynner
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Banana Bread
I made banana bread today. The house is still filled with its sweet scent, and I remember why I still love making it. There is something about overly ripe bananas (which are hideously tasting) turning into beautiful, moist, rich bread that everyone (who has full use of their mental state) loves. You should make some too.
Warm from the oven. little can top the sweet, slightly burnt taste of a perfectly cooked loaf. Today I made both a loaf and muffins, partially from lack of two loaf pans but also in part because muffins give a clearer defining line of how much you have eaten. Someone it seems that we can convince ourselves that we haven't really eaten too much because the loaf doesn't appear that much smaller after we take a sliver. But, of course, we very easily eat much more than we need to, finding the next morning that your plans for banana bread toast with tea are foiled by the empty cooling rack surrounded by crumbs. Being in a family of seven, baked goods (or any food for that matter) last about the duration it took for this page to load (unless of course you are succumbed to the terrible fate of a horribly slow computer as I am).
But, nevertheless, I continue making bread from brown-spotted fruit and people still eat it. I'm happy. For nothing makes me quiet as happy as seeing people enjoy the food I make.
Similar to the bread I made, even though it's not actually mine. Soon I will upload real pictures
Warm from the oven. little can top the sweet, slightly burnt taste of a perfectly cooked loaf. Today I made both a loaf and muffins, partially from lack of two loaf pans but also in part because muffins give a clearer defining line of how much you have eaten. Someone it seems that we can convince ourselves that we haven't really eaten too much because the loaf doesn't appear that much smaller after we take a sliver. But, of course, we very easily eat much more than we need to, finding the next morning that your plans for banana bread toast with tea are foiled by the empty cooling rack surrounded by crumbs. Being in a family of seven, baked goods (or any food for that matter) last about the duration it took for this page to load (unless of course you are succumbed to the terrible fate of a horribly slow computer as I am).
But, nevertheless, I continue making bread from brown-spotted fruit and people still eat it. I'm happy. For nothing makes me quiet as happy as seeing people enjoy the food I make.
Similar to the bread I made, even though it's not actually mine. Soon I will upload real pictures
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Love this dress
http://www.redcarpet-fashionawards.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Marisa-Tomei-In-Marios-Schwab-The-Ides-Of-March-Venice-Film-Festival-Premiere.jpg
I LOVE this dress. Could never wear that color myself but I love it on her.
I LOVE this dress. Could never wear that color myself but I love it on her.
Blogging
I'm realizing more and more that for me, blogging is just a way to organize my digital thoughts. There are so many times when I see something that makes me think, "Wow I should show her this" or "He would love that". Having a blog is like having a place to put all those things so I know where to show people my interests, passions. There is something to sharing your heart with people, even if your heart is made up of a strange collection of music videos, fabric choices and recipes for butter. Its a heart that wants to be shared, nonetheless.
School makes me think about more school. The College kind of school. I still don't know what I want to do. Its hard to make decisions based only off of what you want and not off of anyone else. HARD! I want to please everyone in my final decision, even myself, but I know that is impossible. Oh well. I'm praying it gets easier.
School makes me think about more school. The College kind of school. I still don't know what I want to do. Its hard to make decisions based only off of what you want and not off of anyone else. HARD! I want to please everyone in my final decision, even myself, but I know that is impossible. Oh well. I'm praying it gets easier.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
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