Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Photos/babble

Once I nearly went on an internet fast. It was a very good, healthy idea. The things I saw on Pinterest made my apartment downright depressing. Fashion bloggers and their expertly styled outfits left me wanting nothing more than to drop $200 at ASOS. And then there's all the guilt that would just layer up on me whenever I came across some faded image of a stormy sea with "Action is the foundation of all success" emblazoned across it in big bold Helvetica. The internet fast never happened because I realized that at its core, it was an excuse to avoid reminders of my own laziness and impulses. Now instead of being frightened of coming across ambition online, I use all the creativity online to inspire me. I keep Pinterest close to my heart, carefully curating each board like it's my very own personal style manifesto. Sticking with the fashion bloggers has been a good thing, too. Instead of feeling that irrepressible urge to go out and by two cardigans in beige and blue, those fashionistas of the world wide web have instead inspired me to refine my closet remixing skills. Because every dress can take on a new life as a skirt if you throw a cute sweater over it. And now instead of feeling guilty when I see an ambitious individual post a quote about the very long term relationship between labor and success, it's just the prompt I need to stop scrolling down my Google Reader and get some real work done. 




I hope you are all doing well this beautiful Tuesday evening. Now if you'll excuse me I have an episode of Downton Abbey to watch and a cup of tea to drink. 

images via we heart it

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Tuesday music: A Fine Frenzy

Lovely, lovely song. Also: it doesn't start until about 10 seconds in.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Grateful

It's time for my favorite Thanksgiving practice: Giving thanks! I'm flying home to Oregon tomorrow (!!!!) and do not plan on spending any time at my computer except for the occasional check-in with my office. So I am posting this today. Things I'm grateful for, and there are a lot of them. This post is rather self-indulgent, but I think it's a necessary exercise. We all need to take a  couple moments to reflect on what fills us up inside with warm fuzzies.


I am grateful for....
Parents who still very much love each other. A dad who is more than happy to guide me through these new and intimidating post-grad obstacles. A mom who encourages all of my creative whims. A sister who doubles as a best friend. A brother who shows his love in quiet, meaningful ways. A family that I love to be around. A boyfriend who makes me laugh and swoon and think. Long, rambling text message exchanges with friends who live far away. Blossoming friendships with clever, interesting people. Brunch. George R. R. Martin. The way street lamps look at night on a tree-lined street. Public transportation. Malbec. Puppies. My job. Being challenged by my job. Having the means to pay my rent.  Coffee. Tall boots. My 10 toes and 10 fingers and eyes and nose and mouth and ears. Art. FaceTime. The first person to ever shave black truffle on top of risotto. Scallops. Forgiveness. The Actors Cabaret of Eugene. My sharp memory for little details. Black opaque tights. Artichokes. Late nights out with friends that begin and end with cocktails and laughter. Sunshine. Rain, especially at night. Low-maintenance house plants. Goat cheese. The family farm. My aunts and uncles and cousins and grandmas. And grandpas, may they rest in peace. Candles. Cuddles. Sundays curled up on the couch reading a new book while Sean watches football next to me. The skyline. Airplanes. Arugula. The ability to cry. Color. Shimer College. Mountains. My independence. Lily and Helene and the comfort of knowing that as long as we're all alive, we'll never be alone. Fresh air. The fact that nail art is totally a thing now. Musical theater. Parties. Inside jokes. Vodka gimlets. Letting go. Prayer. Recipe blogs. Songs you can sing along with. Microbreweries. Loving, being loved.

Tomorrow I fly home, but tonight Maura and I have plans to eat vegetarian chicken  nuggets and watch too much Family Guy. Life is beautiful, isn't it?

Art by JR Schmidt

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Casual dresses for when all the leaves have fallen.

These go best with opaque black tights, high heeled oxfords, and a tailored wool coat.


This flattering number also comes in black, but I am trying to avoid the days when my wardrobe consisted exclusively of everyone's favorite slimming shade. I love the peter pan collar and the subtly sexy keyhole front. It's the essential playful basic, and will take you everywhere from brunch with the boyfriend's grandparents to a night of bar hopping with your best friends. 

Gorgeous, minimalist perfection that would be at home in the office or your favorite corner coffee shop. And it's so put-together on its own that you don't even have to worry about layering to get a complete look. I love dresses like that because I am a touch lazy when it comes to accessorizing. All you need is a soft scarf for some extra warmth and a cozy coat to make this December-ready.


I know I said I'm avoiding black, but this dress is just too sweet and simple to ignore. I know a potential go-to frock when I see one, and our black and cream friend here has all of the qualities. It's basic and flattering with fashion-forward touches. It will go with your new cardigan, it will look great with your funky vintage boots, it is easily updated with patterned tights. You could live in this dress! I would wear it to church or work or even a pair it with a glittery headband for a swinging holiday party. 

Today is crisp and cool and sunny like a freshly picked Pink Lady apple. 

Monday, November 12, 2012

Beauty Pick: Make Up For Ever Super Lip Gloss

I started using Make Up For Ever Super Lip Gloss last week when I realized that lipstick wasn't fitting into my lazy beauty routine. You can wear Chanel Rouge Coco all you want so long as you carry a compact in your purse and know how to fend lipstick off of your teeth, but having a good gloss in your purse takes you from bland to beautiful with little more than a twist of the lid. Right now I am loving on Make Up Forever's gloss in Beige 1. It's a sparkling rosy nude that makes my lips look fuller than Rachel Barry's on the latest season of Glee. And it has a yummy smell, kind of a vanilla floral. I highly recommend it, although Sean has aired his grievances against the sticky kisses I give him when I wear it. He's tough and can deal, though, cause this lip gloss isn't going anywhere.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The lazy chef's pantry

After consuming several cups of coffee intermittently throughout my workday, I am caffeine crashing hard when I get home from work. All I want to do is pour a glass of red, curl up on the couch, and catch up on my shows. More often than not, Sean will jump into the kitchen and bake some chicken with broccoli or grill polish sausage and kraut while I languish on the sofa (seriously have you ever heard tell of a finer boyfriend?),  but after three nights in a row of his tasty, filling cooking I start to feel  little guilty. Fairness and love dictate that I should also contribute to the weekly menu, but this obligation twists my head into knots. Lazy Hillary would much rather just order sushi or a pizza but Lazy Hillary can't exactly afford to do this. As such, I've gotten together an arsenal of easy mix and match foods that have me back on the couch in no time at all.

Quinoa is mildly nutty, perfectly toothy, and good for you to boot. You can mix it into salads, use it as a base for casseroles, or throw it into a soup for a filling edge. I love this stuff, and it also does well in your lunchbox the day after.

Canned diced tomatoes are especially useful in soups, but nothing works better for a quick and easy pasta sauce or a relish for chicken or steak. Mix it into anything you have going on the stove top for ripe and fruity flavor. And I know a lot of people might disagree with me, but there is nothing better than biting down into a chunk of stewed tomato in the midst of the rest of an entree.

Garbanzo beans are a miracle staple. At my best, I make sure there are at least two cans in my cupboard at all times. They make soups heartier and can give plain greens and dressing more heft. Oh and have you heard of this little thing called hummus? You don't even need a food processor - I once made some fork smashed hummus that disappeared within minutes. One of my favorite chickpea ventures was a salad I made with tuna, diced onions, chopped cilantro, and loads of lemon juice. It was light and bright and filling and took me all of like 8 minutes to make.

Beef stock is my broth of choice for soups. I like to use it for heating up kale, too, and it can be subbed in for water in many a recipe for bonus flavor. Of course, you can use whatever stock you please, but I think that the beef stuff has the richest flavor.

Whole wheat  sliced bread because sometimes a girl just needs to make a sandwich.


Fresh tomatoes are a must. One evening, Maura and I made a particularly spectacular quinoa and kale bowl, and the added topping of tomatoes was a beautiful and welcome flavor addition. And of course, no sandwich is truly complete without some sliced tomatoes. 

Arugula is my favorite green. I don't know why anyone would ever use anything else. It has so much interesting flavor on its own and makes me go back for salad seconds. Oh and on sandwiches? My goodness it's a treat. 

Kale will do nicely if you need a green that is more substantial than dainty little arugula. I don't actually like it much in salads but cooked with some ground turkey or lemon and garlic and I am in healthy-eating heaven. So tasty and the texture just works. Oh! If you have yet to experience the miracle of kale chips please accept the life-changing snack into your heart. I made a batch for Sean and his roommates last April. The three of them were suspicious at first, but when the chips disappeared off of the cookie sheet before they had even cooled, I knew I had something special on my hands. And it takes less than ten minutes of prep time.

Broccoli because roasting it with olive oil and salt and pepper is a revelation. Sean put it in a baking dish with chicken breasts and white wine last night and it got a little burnt and oh-so-flavorful. The florets are just irresistible when rendered slightly crispy. 

Onions drive me wild when they've been cooked just right. Some  skillet time with olive oil until they get soft and some of the edges are a little bit burnt - heaven. Cooked, they do well in soups or on top of meat. I also like to dice them up and add them fresh to a quinoa bowl.

Lemons are my favorite way to add interest to an otherwise bland dish. I made a terribly dull quinoa and cauliflower casserole last weekend and it would have gone in the trash were it not for a generous squeeze of lemon and some smoked paprika. I once made a chickpea turkey chili that tasted that much tastier with some citrusy brightening. Add. It. To. Everything.


Goat cheese is amazing and I've been known to devour it plain. It melts right into sauces and coats everything creamy and tangy-like when mixed into salads. 

Parmesan is my second favorite cheese and so so versatile. Roast it with your broccoli, toss it on your salads, and let it top off your minestrone soup. Oh and have you every tried to make Alton Brown's parmesan crisps? Watch them carefully as they cook and your diligence will be rewarded.

Greek yogurt is most beloved mixed with honey and granola as a breakfast treat. But I like to use it to thicken my soups and sauces. Mix it in with curry (I wish you could all try Sean's curry - it's genius), sub it in for sour cream, or turn it into a salad dressing with some lemon juice and oil and vinegar.

Meat

Chicken but in frozen breast form. Easiest thing in the world. Throw it in a baking dish with veggies and a sauce of your choice, cook it all through, and devour. Save the leftovers and use them to top off your salad or quinoa for an easy, healthy office lunch option.

Ground turkey rid me of my aversion to cooking with meat. It is delicious and so easy to work with. I usually prepare it with some choice vegetables before adding a soup to it or pouring it over a piping hot bowl of  (what else?!) quinoa. We don't make many pasta dishes here because Sean doesn't like noodles because he is INSANE but I imagine ground turkey would do very well in lasagna or a marinara.

Bacon will provide breakfast in a snap and is an easy, DELICIOUS way to add flavor and protein to dishes that otherwise lack it. People will drool over anything with bacon in it. Fry it up crispy and use it in a salad. Use it as your meat of choice in a soup. Or just settle your hungover self down with a plate and a tall glass of Gatorade. YUM.

Lunch meat because one must always be ready to resort to a sandwich.

The other stuff

Coconut oil is good for you and a necessity if you like Asian cooking even just a little bit. Use it in curries and stir fries and even give it a go in soup.

Pesto can be stirred into just about anything for added tastiness. A girlfriend of mine in college uses it in all her dishes, from roasted potatoes to eggs benedict to baked chicken. A jar of pre-made pesto will take you pretty far, but if you're more of an overachiever than I, you can make it homemade and store it in ice cube trays in your freezer.

Nutritional yeast is very at home on popcorn, but it's also my first mate for when I want to give raw or vegan cuisine a try. Use it in place of bread crumbs, or mix it with vegetables before roasting for a cheesy flavor without the dairy. On one occasion Maura and I pureed it with soaked cashews to make a vegan cheese for an absolutely incredible raw beet ravioli.

Dijon mustard is one of my favorite ways to flavor a dish. It makes for seriously amazing salad dressings and I love how it tastes with vegetables. My mom makes a chicken broccoli pasta dish with a creamy parmesan sauce that tastes divine and gets an extra special kick from the mustard. Stir it into everything, and, of course, spread it on your sandwiches.

Nuts. The variety does not matter but just always have some on hand. Toast them or put them in the food processor or use them to add crunch to your salads. My favorites for cooking are cashews and walnuts. My favorites for eating plain are pistachios and filberts.


Don't forget your favorite spices (mine is smoked paprika) and this quick-cooking cupboard will get you out of the kitchen and onto the couch before you can say "Dancing with the Stars." So much love to all of you. This is what we in the biz like to call a comeback.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Dear Chicago: A Love Letter

It's been raining a lot here lately. Not that I mind. I love the way my neighborhood looks when the street, made wet and shiny by the most recent downpour, reflects the yellow glow of the streetlamps that line it. It looks warm - not in the sense of temperature. It feels warm. I cozy up on my couch and gaze out the window, surprising myself with just how long I can be hypnotized by the sight. Stunning. I'm not a photographer though. I'm a writer so this is how I bring these very special, particular images back to life.

I have lived here for five years now. What started as the home of my college of choice, however, has since transformed to my home as well. It has wrapped me in its wind and cold, its old-fashioned city romance, its stories and secrets. The misty grey-green song of my hometown back in Oregon still bursts from my heart but ever since the day I watched the Cellular Field fireworks from my freshman dorm, Eugene has had to make a little room. 

My first place in Chicago was on the tenth floor of Gunsaulus Hall. Gunsaulus is a big old box of a building on the far end of Illinois Tech's campus. Shimer College, my sweet sweet Alma mater, has been located on the grounds for many years now, and was housing their students in Gunsaulus my freshman year. I had a two-bedroom apartment style dorm that I was supposed to share with three other girls. Two of us per room, giggling on bunk beds and trying to share a single space like grown ups. It was tough, but we survived. One of our first nights we cooked chicken and rice and sat around the table marveling at our own independence. Our view of the lake was incredible and the late-summer sun illuminated our meal. Chicago changed me that year. The shy, apologetic girl from South Eugene High School became a force to be reckoned with. I struggled with boys and friends and homework because that's just what transitioning into college is like, but the good never stopped outweighing the bad. I will never forget the way tears poured from my eyes my first time at the Art Institute when I stood face to face with The Eruption of Vesuvius. I will never forget the night we ran onto the beach after hours and dared each other to jump into the the icy waters of Lake Michigan. I will never forget sneaking on the the roof of Gunsaulus and staring at the big, bold, sparkling skyline and thinking "This is it. This is where I belong."

Sophomore year brought my first apartment and my very own room once more. It was a year of heartbreak and struggle but the seasons were my strength. Chicago scorches in the summer and loves us in the fall and freezes us in the winter and grows tulips in the spring. These changes each year are so romantic, so strong, that the restlessness in my heart was gently soothed by the peculiar natural life of the city. While I searched for a solid relationship, platonic or otherwise, the sidewalk and skyscrapers embraced me and inspired me. When someone broke my heart, I took the el home and found something new and beautiful to see in every passing building. When my roommates grew angry after a careless Wednesday night of loud, boisterous guests, the nighttime sidewalks drew out my thoughts and helped me realize how little a fight matters in the grand scheme of things. I found a confidant and teacher and muse in Chicago that year.

Two (and then some) years later, Chicago still hasn't let me down. I love the restaurants with their honest, irreverent waiters and hospitable chefs who walk to your table to pour you some of their homemade limoncello. I love that even on a Monday at 9 a.m, the doorman at my office has the energy to grin and wave and wish me a good morning. I love that sudden, brief bond that is struck between everyone waiting for the el when the loudspeaker announces that the brown line is delayed indefinitely. We all exchange glances and sigh heavily, punctuating the frustration with shy, conspiratorial smiles.I love climbing into a cab at the end of the night with my Sean and falling asleep on his shoulder as the little yellow car zooms along lake shore drive.I love sipping on coffees and window shopping on Michigan Avenue with Maura in bright wool coats, feeling grown-up and established, glamorous and worldly. Sometimes the snow kills me, and sometimes I see anger and hurt on the trains and in the street, but Chicago still manages to love its people, to treat them to surprises and memories and adventure.

One night over the summer, a bunch of us were sitting on a friend's roof. He lives all the way in Humboldt Park, but we could still see the skyline from where we were. Icy beers in hand, we told stories and reminisced and laughed and teased. I had to take a step back and look at the scene. This was all so beautiful. The people I was with. The place I sat. And all of them things Chicago gave me, down to my Goose Island 312. Oregon is where my family is. It's where my childhood is and where I first viewed the world. I love it and it is one of the single most important parts of me. I share it with my family and my oldest friends. It is my history and my foundation. But Chicago is all mine and all present, shaped according only to my impressions and experiences.