As you may have noticed, I’m definitely overdue for a blog post. Truthfully, I haven’t really felt up to writing about my life recently; so much is happening around me that I don’t even know how to gauge my mood on most days, let alone share it online. But here goes.
I’ve been dealing with changes, on the macro and micro levels. Some have been sad. Some are definitely happier. Some make me nostalgic, and others frustrate me. Somehow, in the midst of that, I’ve formed a plan that is shaping the next 2 or 3 years of my life.*
I’m being vague and cagey about that last one for a reason; the details aren’t fully worked out, and I’d rather not announce anything until the logistics are certain. I will tell you that I won’t be staying in this city for much longer, and I will be doing considerable traveling. As for the rest, I think we all have to give it some time.
*No spoilery links for that one. You’ll have to stay tuned.
…is what I thought when I saw this picture of myself (someone’s been watching too much Doctor Who):
But what wouldn’t I do for you, my loyal blog readers? Anyway, the point of this is that I got my hair cut for the first time since (I think) before I broke up with my second to last boyfriend. Possibly right after. Recently I had been getting to the point where I was obsessed with my split ends, which is a concern so incredibly foreign to me in most cases. And now, look how shiny! I am a hair magpie.
This weekend, my family and I are flying to Seattle to attend the wedding of one of the kids I grew up with. My mom and their mom started and quit work on the same day and traded us off every other day so that they could have days off. We’re all staggered in age, too, and the last of us just graduated high school. It’s weird to see the first of us get married, especially since Allison’s wedding is in October, and that leaves one more kid between me and *wedding time.* I can’t help but think that I’m going to have be the outlier in the timeline because I am not planning on settling down anytime soon. It’s crazy to think about, and it’s going to be even weirder the closer we get to A & K’s wedding. For now, I’ll just enjoy Seattle I guess.
I am sitting around waiting for my crustless quiche to come out of the oven. I recently learned how to make it, and it’s so easy that I can cook it without looking at a recipe. So to celebrate, here is my list of off-the-top-of-my-head-without-recipe dishes (probably more for my benefit than yours):
- Gluten-free pancakes and bacon: For every 1 egg, add 1/3 cup coconut milk and 1/3 cup of almond meal. You can add salt if you’re my friend Monica. Ladle batter into skillet with bacon grease or coconut oil. Cook bacon.
- A really bitchin’ Thai curry: It has to be amazing because I don’t even like the word “bitchin'” that much. 1-1.5 tsp curry paste, chicken broth, coconut cream, crushed tomatoes, snow peas, chicken, carrots, whatever else you want in there. Sautee curry paste with a little water for 2 minutes or so, add some broth, then add chicken. Cover pan with a lid. Once chicken is cooked, add vegetables, and when it is almost done, add the coconut cream.
- Curried [vegetable matter on hand]: Steam cauliflower, turnips, parsnips, whatever you have around, then add ghee or coconut oil to a hot skillet, throw in some curry powder and cayenne, then heat the veggies and coat with the oil/spice mix.
- Ground bison: This sounds weird but it’s delicious: throw in a pack of ground bison meat, add tons of curry powder, paprika, and cayenne and pepper and whatever else you can find. While it cooks, drizzle some sesame oil and sprinkle sesame seeds. Eat out of skillet because you are starving.
- Sweet potato fries: Cut up some sweet potatoes. Put them on a baking tray and douse in olive oil, paprika, cayenne, curry powder. Bake until they’re crispy.
- Butternut squash: Cube your squash, then add olive oil liberally, sprinkle with tons of ras el hanout and salt. Bake until soft all the way through–nothing is grosser than raw squash.
- Steak: Easy: get steak out of packaging, drizzle in olive oil and sprinkle salt and pepper. Cut up a clove or two of garlic and sprinkle it on, broil until it’s cooked to your satisfaction.
- Brussels sprouts: Halve sprouts, sautee face-down in bacon/duck fat until golden brown. Shave Parmesan over top. Traditionally consumed while watching Criminal Minds on laptop.
- Crustless quiche: For every one egg, add 1/3 cup of milk, cream, or both. Shave nutmeg into mixture, whisk. Add salt and pepper. In your baking dish, arrange gruyere and bacon and pour egg mixture over. Bake for 20-30 minutes at 300.
So there’s nothing gourmet up there, but it’s all pretty damn healthy. I was going into this post thinking I had maybe 4 dishes under my belt, but it turns out I can actually cook more than I thought I could.
First of all, it’s Erster Mai, and I’d be remiss as a former inhabitant of Berlin if I didn’t mention that. Happy 1. Mai, everybody! Go protest if you must, but don’t burn my car.
Secondly, I’ve been in California since last Tuesday. This has been my first trip to the state, and I’ve really liked it. Really liked it. The I signed a lease kind of liked it.
I probably need to give some backstory here: my dad is moving out to the Bay Area for a few years because of a recent law firm merger. This means that he needs an apartment, and if I want to stay there at all, I need to sign the lease. So I did that; I have designs on the West coast. It doesn’t help that A.Sals has moved here and is doing her best to sway me from New York–and on top of that, L. has decided to go to Stanford Law! Whichever way I go, it’ll be stressful for a while, since I need to leave my job in ATL and find a new one in my new city.
All job stress aside (though that is hard to put aside, really), I loved Palo Alto and adorei San Francisco! I really like the apartment, too, which was built in the 1920s in Alhambra style and has all sorts of weird touches, like bright tile and telephone nooks. You know it’s picture time, and I have way too many.
The entrance to the apartment building:
There are about one million art theaters per resident in Palo Alto. True fact.
I have also found a new favorite diner.
California is a gardener’s dream. Everywhere you look, people have little gardens and hanging baskets. The walk up the stairs to Coit Tower is especially nice if you like your flowers.