Hey there, from the other side of Chicago’s 5th largest blizzard. A week ago today, on Super Bowl Sunday, we got a hefty 19 inches of snowfall, and somehow… magically… that snow didn’t dominate my week. Maybe it was the friends who still swarmed our apartment Sunday evening, ready for football and beer. Or the new work project that meant I had to get through the heaps of snow, no matter that everything else was shut down. Or most likely, it was our beautiful 39-and-sunny end to the week that got Michael and I out of the house yesterday. Either way, my week was (you know it) good. In photos… Continue reading
I feel like I should be bracing myself for winter: That’s what everyone else told me to do. Brace myself for the times I won’t be able to leave the apartment and for the times I’ll be so miserable, I’ll wish I hadn’t moved here. Better yet! Brace myself for the months everyone gets fat under their floppy winter clothes. I wonder when these things will happen, because things here so far have been… good.
I know, I know. I hesitate using that word: good. Good is reserved for something you don’t like, but are being polite about. Good is often meaningless, said when you’d rather get through the conversation than truly be heard.
And despite that, good is how Chicago has been. Happy? I’m not bursting. Terrible? Certainly not. Not sad and not joyous, although I’ve felt all of these descriptors at one point or another. Moving has been… good.
And rather than provide a catch-up essay on the details (though highlights include Michael and I moved in together!; We live in the suburbs :/; Finding girlfriends is like dating! and I’ve got some pretty sweet resolutions for 2015), here’s the visual version… Continue reading
I feel like something is off when I haven’t combed through my photos in a few weeks. When I haven’t retouched and organized, sorted and deleted. There’s something really methodical and satisfying about going through this process, keeping this neat record of events, no matter how small or significant.
The record, over the last few weeks… Continue reading
Chicago’s answer to the Texas bluebonnet
A visit to Evanston, IL: The upper 50s temperatures had me breaking out my leather jacket, but the Northwestern undergrads were using the occasion to break out their shorts and tank tops. Isn’t relativity amazing?
Banana maple pancakes. Woof.
“Spicy Zzolmen” at Oiistar – very much like bibimbap
The most amazing dish: portobello mushroom pan fried in reduced soy sauce – definitely on my list of dishes to recreate. Mmm!
my cute boyfriend
easy, pleasing place setting
evening jog through the hood
In an effort to use the ingredients in my fridge before I grocery shop, I whipped up a soba noodle dish with seaweed, cashews, Korean spices and fried egg. It was delish!
Daddy bought me champagne flutes!
pancakes this morning
Perry was tickled that I approved so heartily of this tattoo he got on his 70th birthday.
wedding, string lights
Have a great week!
Enjoy GoT tonight, and have a great week!
When Michael and I started dating he introduced me to skiing. After four trips over the last three years I’m finally on blues!
lunch break = frickles
the summit – which I did not ski down
giant glass o’ wine + beach
A baggage snafu meant I only brought a purse to Honduras – no worries, though: I had the essentials in my bag (read: passport and swimsuit) and bought this dress by the side of the road.
I feel like I start every one of these posts out with a comment on the weather, or the season. This time I’ll just let the pictures speak for themselves. The last three weeks, in photos…
I think it’s time to admit… I’m not a concert person.
Celebratory glass of wine for finishing a year-long project an hour or so early. Well deserved.
best breakfast: blackberries, goat cheese, fried duck egg on arugula and toast
I got my bird back!
new mug, breakfast-time
Have a great week!
Look at that sunset. Is spring near? It felt like it for the first time in weeks the other day, when I snapped this shot. I know it’s still cold in the Northeast, but in the South we’re coming out of our cold snap, and I couldn’t be more thankful. I’ve come to realize over the years that good weather (read: sunny and hot) is incredibly important for my mood and overall happiness. So (selfishly!) here’s to this trend continuing. And the last two weeks, in photos…
Sautéing farmer’s market veggies in butter, sambal oelek, and red curry paste. Delicious and spicy!
Fruit cleanse success! My dinner all three nights of the cleanse.
I bought my first long dress. I was worried that a long dress would make me look like I was going to prom, but ended up finding this sleek, black and shear BCBG thing. I loooooove it and it is soooo up my alley!
With a touch of red for the Heartball.
Smoothie season – Michael turned me on to my new favorite Jamba Juice flavor (banana berry).
The blue screen of death. Not what you want to see when you have a busy day ahead.
I went for a run twice this week! (And yes, that means I did less – oops, far less – than my prescribed 6-days-a-week of yoga per the 40 Days program.) The weather was so beautiful Friday I just had to get out into it. Without a dog to walk, running is my excuse.
short weather shorts weather shorts weather shorts weather
Which one doesn’t belong? (p.s. Whole Foods started selling these and my unrefined palate thinks they’re actually totally great.)
Valentine’s Day dinner! This is Michael’s second meal as head chef ever, and he did a fantastic job on this grilled tuna and asparagus.
And what Valentine’s Day would be complete without an assortment of our favorite chocolates?
My first green smoothie – delicious!
At various points in my life, I’ve tried to keep a food diary. This practice is consistently recommended as a way to be conscious about what we eat, but I’ve never been able to do it. There’s something about carrying a tiny notebook around with me and pausing at the start of every meal — Just one sec! What’s in this soup? — to record what I’m about to intake that’s just not fun or manageable. It inevitably lasts for all of about half a day before I throw my hands up and call the project a loss.
So I’m doing it with a camera instead, and the results have been surprisingly awesome. I get all the benefits — pausing for a second before I inhale my food, and having a record of it afterwards — by doing something I like to do anyway: take pictures. And when I don’t want to take a picture of what I’m about to eat, it’s a self-check.
Over the next three days, as part of the 40 Days program, I’ll be entering into a three-day “fruit feast.” For those of you who have been reading this blog from the beginning, you’ll know that I tried this last year with pretty terrible results. I gave up the feast — in which you only eat fruit — after one day, citing a raging headache as my downfall.
Tomorrow, with the other 40-days yogis at my back, I’m hoping to last this one all the way through. And with the knowledge that you’re actually supposed to get a headache after the first day — I’m told it’s a signal your body is being detoxed — I think I’ll be able to hold strong, using my electronic food diary as a record of my achievement. Yes, I’m skeptical of the benefits. But you know what? That’s okay.