Well, my hair is growing out finally. I have lots and lots and lots of hair, and I usually give up at about this length and revert to a super short style, but I’ve been enjoying styling my longish layers.
Halloween. I’m sure many Etsians are going to be posting gorgeous home made decorations and cookies and adorable children. Sorry guys, that’s not my game.
This, this is my game. That’s right, I’ll probably be sitting on my porch handing out candy as a cat who is dressed like a shark.
So, eff your cookies.
I’ve been so busy. I have also had a weird week. This blog post is more like a mix tape to myself.
Have a good week!
Well today is my first day back to school. As a little kid, it was so important to pick out the best possible outfit for that all-important day. It was the way everyone would remember you forever!
You know what? I’m totally okay with this. I would wear this outfit right. fucking. now. Check out all that swag!
I’m taking a slightly less neon approach this year. And I’m awfully sad about it, in retrospect.
shirt: vintage, no tags (from antique fest)
jeans: Gloria Vanderbilt
bag: American Tourister
Okay. I made a beautiful dinner last weekend, and took some pictures of the prep was but a little nervous and forgot to take pictures of the finished product! I am not a great blogger. But I try.
Pork Tenderloin with a Smoky Paprika Glaze*
(adapted from Bon Appetit, June 2010)
* The original recipe is for Grilled Ship and Sausage skewers with fresh tomatoes. I have used this as both a glaze and a marinade several times, both on and off the grill. It is so delish on shrimp, talapia, and pork. It’s crazy easy to make and the smokey paprika is a unique flavor that makes you seem very fancy.
3/4 cup olive oil
4 lg garlic cloves, pressed
2 tablespoons fresh basil
5 tablespoons smoked paprika
4 teaspoons red wine vinegar
3/4 teaspoons salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1/2 teaspoon dried chili peper
1/2 cup sun-dried tomatoes, chopped
Combine all of these in a bowl. I recommend letting it sit for a while so all the flavors can get to know each other.
I suggest separating a small bit out for later, to baste with or to dip bread into. I like to serve with some extra sauce over it to optimize the plate mopping later.
As a side, I used this great recipe from Beth over at Salvage Life for sauteed zucchini with lemon and feta cheese. It is a great compliment to the smokey pork flavors!
Serve it all with a side of fresh crusty bread (mine procured from local bakery Pasta’s Daily Bread) and you just made a deceptively easy and delicious meal.
I have spent the last year more or less single, which has been really great for me but one of the things I really miss is cooking.
I mean, I’ve been cooking. I actually cook for myself a lot. But I’ll make the same thing over and over because I like it, and who cares. I make easy, quick stuff that uses only one pot and since I’ve been “getting fit,” it has focused on nutrition rather than deliciousness more often than not.
But today, I am cooking for others!
I couldn’t be more pleased. Because I am out of practice, I am using two tried and true recipes. I will post pictures and reviews of them tomorrow.
But here is what I made for lunch after I finished the dinner prep work:
Here is the recipe:
avocado. slice it. cube it. (I used a “slimcado” whatever that is. Those big ones? From cali? I only used half because they are giant.)
some cherry tomatoes. I used the low acid kind because that was what was ripe from my garden.
some blueberries. a handful.
Feta cheese. Feta cheese is my favorite cheese. It is lower in fat and high in protein and a little salty. Put it on everything.
Lemon juice. I got some lemon wedges, squeezed them over the salad and then threw the wedges into some sparkling mineral water.
Yes, that’s sparkling mineral water. Since I’ve gotten sober, that and tea is all I drink at home. I get some European kind that they sell on the bottom shelf of the International section of Wegmans. Because I’m fancy.
Go forth, make delish lunch salads. Tell me about them.
I found this wonderful and totally of-the-times self help book up at my camp in the Adirondacks. There is no shortage of obscure and strange antiques up there. I’m hoping to make a trip up there in the next couple weeks and I will be sure to photograph some of it for you. But, for now:
How to Live Beyond Your Means, c. 1945 by Margery Wilson
I have been watching Mad Men non stop since I found it on Netflix, and I find myself wishing for some of the civility and politeness.
All the advice is pretty straightforward, but some of it is really good! I’m enjoying reading through it. There are lots of step by step instructions on how to run a home, which are definitely words to live by. “Make your house a home and you will save a lot of money!”
I am in the process of “tightening the belt” before school starts. I have shaved down a lot of my spending, including shopping around for new car insurance, a different phone plan, switching to the streaming only netflix plan (first world problems!), cutting down my driving and eating out. Also, I am NOT allowed to go to Target. Somehow I can not get out of that place without spending $50-100.
Does anyone have any great ideas to save money?
I have added a bunch of new things to the shop over the last week or so, including some of my all time favorite shirts from my personal collection.
These are going to hurt for sure to ship out!
There are several others, and more will go up over the next week. Enjoy!
I have taken this weekend to really think about what it means to be American. And the Beats have said it best.
The first poem is one of my favorite of all time. The second, well. I’ll call it “appropriate.”
I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail and I am waiting for the discovery Of a new symbolic western frontier and I am waiting for the American Eagle to really spread its wings and straighten up and fly right and I am waiting for the Age of Anxiety to drop dead and I am waiting for the war to be fought which will make the world safe for anarchy and I am waiting for the final withering away of all governments and I am perpetually awaiting a rebirth of wonder I am waiting for the second coming And I am waiting For a religious revival To sweep thru the state of Arizona And I am waiting For the grapes of wrath to stored And I am waiting For them to prove That God is really American And I am waiting To see God on television Piped into church altars If they can find The right channel To tune it in on And I am waiting for the last supper to be served again and a strange new appetizer and I am perpetually awaiting a rebirth of wonder I am waiting for my number to be called and I am waiting for the Salvation Army to take over and I am waiting for the meek to be blessed and inherit the earth without taxes and I am waiting for forests and animals to reclaim the earth as theirs and I am waiting for a way to be devised to destroy all nationalisms without killing anybody and I am waiting for linnets and planets to fall like rain and I am waiting for lovers and weepers to lie down together again in a new rebirth of wonder I am waiting for the great divide to be crossed and I anxiously waiting For the secret of eternal life to be discovered By an obscure practitioner and I am waiting for the storms of life to be over and I am waiting to set sail for happiness and I am waiting for a reconstructed Mayflower to reach America with its picture story and TV rights sold in advance to the natives and I am waiting for the lost music to sound again in the Lost Continent in a new rebirth of wonder I am waiting for the day that maketh all things clear and I am waiting for retribution for what America did to Tom Sawyer and I am waiting for the American Boy to take off Beauty's clothes and get on top of her and I am waiting for Alice in Wonderland to retransmit to me her total dream of innocence and I am waiting for Childe Roland to come to the final darkest tower and I am waiting for Aphrodite to grow live arms at a final disarmament conference in a new rebirth of wonder I am waiting to get some intimations of immortality by recollecting my early childhood and I am waiting for the green mornings to come again for some strains of unpremeditated art to shake my typewriter and I am waiting to write the great indelible poem and I am waiting for the last long rapture and I am perpetually waiting for the fleeting lovers on the Grecian Urn to catch each other at last and embrace and I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder