Allowing Myself

…to feel, to love, to be.

Category: Eating

day 1: breakfast

 

We’ve arrived safely on the East Coast this morning (9 AM EDT, 6 AM PDT) after a very long flight. Red-eyes are never as quick or restful as you hope. This time we had the added frustration of someone’s screaming baby. For two straight hours. Sleep didn’t happen.

Luckily I had some energy to write and listen to podcasts.

H’s dad picked us up and I slept on the car ride home. I’m writing this from my in-law’s new house – this is the first time I’ve seen it. It’s fabulous. It’s been raining, which is such a treat. If there’s one thing I miss from the East coast it’s thunderstorms.

H’s step-mom made the egg bake above – so delicious, the perfect food to fuel you after a night of sleepless travel. At some point, I took a 3-hour nap that I wasn’t sure I could get up from.

And now the late afternoon sun is coming out, the wet ground heating up, turning the air even muggier than before. We’re watching the 3rd Harry Potter, cooking dinner and possibly going with H’s sister to trivia night.

I am tired, but we’re officially on vacation.

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s’mores

Check another item off the Summer Manifesto!

A few weekends ago, I was a tad dipsy. And in that right mind, suggested to a friend that he have us over for s’mores.

He took the bait.

So this weekend, I found myself eating this delicious concoction around a fire-pit. Of course, these weren’t just regular ol’  snacks. These were dark chocolate and extra large marshmallow s’mores.

Sums up summer right there.

 

Recent Obsessions

In my attempt to do more of what I need (and living the SoCal life), I’ve been trying to relax this week. It’s a 3-day week due to July 4th tomorrow (yay vacation!).

I started Battlestar Galactica on a whim. I know, right? Nerd. But it was just what I was looking for. Action, suspense, good story-lines and pretty good acting… like reading a fantasy novel. Great break from everything lately. Plus, H is into it, so we’ve watched 8 in the past 3 days. Sshh – don’t tell. #nojudging

Then today, I stumbled upon Rhonna Farrer‘s new app and I am obsessed. It’s tiny digital scrap-booking. I’ve already made two and I have ideas for more. Hoping I can add it on the iPad, since my iPhone screen feels too small to really get into the app. And there are sooooo many options. I love it. Love, love, love.

And thirdly, avocado, kiwi, cucumber salad. Delish. I basically made this up from a homemade version I tasted at a bridal shower a few weeks ago and this recipe online. I went for fresh vs strong, so I added cucumber, left out all of the spicy stuff, and added ginger. Freakin’ yum.

So that’s what I’m obsessing about, here on the even of the 4th of July. How’s your week going? xo

Sundays Are For (Week 25)

 

 

 

Today we were tired / hungover enough from our adventures yesterday at an all-you-can-drink mimosa brunch we were unsure what to do with our time. We thought movies, naps, straighten up… and then H suggested we try Ashley’s furniture just one more time to update the living room.

I’ve wanted to update the apartment for almost a year now. And after the pain in the ass searches of almost buying a house last month (so frustrating, I didn’t even write about it) now I’m even more driven to redecorate and clean up our apartment while we wait out the housing market bubble.

Getting H on board was hit and miss. But finally today, we pulled the trigger. We purchased the set in the second photo, to be delivered later this week. Then H spent a good chunk of the evening moving the TV / shelving / cables to another part of the room. It felt like a disaster for a moment with the carpet pad getting ripped and stuck, but H figured it out.

In between we went out for sushi and took a nap. All in all it was a productive Sunday. The new layout of the living room is a huge improvement even with our old furniture (which I’m hoping to dump this week!). And I plan on deep cleaning and repainting the space over the next two weeks.

Woo! How was your weekend? I’d love to hear about it in the comments ❤

Beer Belly

Saturday night we met some friends for dinner and drinks at Beer Belly. This is my kind of place. The food was extra delicious and the beer was local (Craft Beer and Crafty Food is their slogan) The ambiance could be improved, but we had a nice corner table and enough room for 7 people.

The top pic is my beer with my sister’s. I had the Heavenly Hefe (yay $4 happy hour price) and she had the French Toast by Craftsman Brewing Co. For dinner I ordered their Fontina mac & cheese (major craving for m&c while I was in Boston) and H ordered the Defibrillator. Everything was delicious. We topped it off with friend Oreos.

Located in Koreatown, it’s not the easiest place to get to – you mostly have to take surface streets. We hit traffic even at 5pm. Parking was OK but I imagine it’s randomly difficult. I would love to go back, but we probably won’t for a while. I imagine if I’m ever pregnant though, this is the food I’ll be craving.

Yum.

 

Sundays Are For (Week 21)

Today was for…

A three mile walk through the beach town, where Carter didn’t love his encounter with a pitbull but otherwise, was fairly easy to walk with. Guitar playing by H – lots of Iron & Wine and Tom Petty. Taking photos. Feeling stressed out (maybe PMS?) and trusting it would pass. It did. Abandoning the idea that H would drive up to work and get stuff done. Instead he suggested we go to the Montana district of Santa Monica, walk around and eat. I stopped into the Jonathan Adler store. We ate at Babalu – omelet for him, salmon plate for me. Picked up a few groceries in Whole Foods our of laziness. Enjoyed the quiet. Avoided napping. Sipped tea. Looked at houses online. Cooked dinner. Read a few blogs and watched a video of Austin Kleon speaking.

You can enjoy it too below:

UX Week 2012 | Austin Kleon | Steal Like An Artist from Adaptive Path on Vimeo.

You can add to the conversation on Instagram by tagging your pics: #sundaysarefor or linking to your own blog posts. Hope your Sunday was wonderful. We’re back to work after two weeks of spring break (for him) and travel for work (for me). The quiet time at the office and home will be enjoyed. The 5:30am alarm – not so much.

xo

Our First Christmas In LA

It was our first Christmas in LA and as newly weds. I didn’t take a ton of photos. Total regret since this is the first time I hosted Christmas for my siblings, and that we’re all 3 away from home… we didn’t take one photo together #fail

At least we have a few pictures and lots of memories.

We were up at 5am to video chat with H’s family and then checked in on my parents. Despite the lack of sleep and three bottles of wine in twenty-four hours, it was a relaxing day. Just lovely. My mom made sure we had a ton of gifts (three boxes arrived on Christmas Eve) and my sister cooked all day Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. The photo above is the amazing lasagna she made for Christmas Eve and the cheesecake she made for Christmas dessert (best one I’ve ever had). A friend came over too – we walked, napped, talked, played cards and felt as festive as could be.

Last year I wrote about the holidays being a blur and wishing for “tens days home with H and our dog” and here we are… I’m loving every minute of it. Sending you lots of cheer as 2012 winds down through the next day or so. Love xo

Planes Landing

You can see them off in the distance, bright stars floating on the horizon. Then, the air starts to feel different in your ears, with the high pitch sounds reaching you first. Sound feels sucked out and empty, there’s so much high-end, and then the jet engines start thrumming. You can feel the massive weight of the plane vibrate your chest, and suddenly, it’s overhead. The lights flash above you, the jet fuel leaves a trail of exhaust, and it’s beyond your site, landing on the runway at the airport.

When you’re not planning a wedding, you find yourself with ample amounts of time to… go for a run, wash dishes, take photographs, cook breakfast, call your sister, work a full day, brainstorm in a journal, go shopping for new clothes, eat In&Out and watch airplanes land.

Tonight’s adventure was spontaneous and it was awesome.

 

Seeking Equilibrium

Just survived 10 days of back-to-back parental visits. And I don’t use the word survived lightly. It was a crazy combination of busyness, bad dreams at 3am, restaurant food, talking, alcohol, heat waves and general anxiety. I made it through better than I thought I would, considering, but not before suffering one of the worst bouts of indigestion of my life (full torso pain, nausea, and a 2hr nap).

Needless to say, I am in need of extra quiet, rest and water. Planning on taking this week as slowly as possible, laying low and regrouping. Mercury Retrograde in Aries started with a bang last week, complete with an angry email from someone I hardly know, the dog escaping from his leash and out-of-left-field developments at my job.

But I’m taking it all in stride.

As I was writing my MPs the other day, I felt a huge sense of gratitude well up in my chest. I am so lucky I started the AW process to carry me through this tumultuous time. I am just beginning to trust myself and the universe again, and even though everything seems really up-in-the-air, I know I’m OK.

With all of the visiting, I didn’t have time for a “true” artist date, but I made sure to get some self-love in (not enough, but hey, you do what you can). I bought myself flowers – orangey red tulips, that opened up into baskets of vibrant silken color.

Today, I hit the farmers market alone. Walked the length of it 4x. At first I felt anxiety and guilt, but as I walked, that sense of hope came back. The noise, the toddlers waddling around, the hustling didn’t irk me at all. I felt rocked by the energy of all of these people living their lives and me, finally finding a quiet moment in the chaos.

Red lettuce, bread, lemons and cauliflower filled my bag. Microwaved the cauliflower and ate it mashed with margarine. Filled my Nalgene up with lemon water. Off-set leftover pasta with lettuce, carrots and zucchini. Sipped herbal tea.

I’m going to watch the country awards and get some sleep.

Doing everything I can for equilibrium.

Butter-side Up

Today the toast landed butter-side up… on the floor.

I was making my absolute favorite meal. I’ve been making this for weeks now, having consumed a dozen-and-a-half eggs in the process. It’s two pieces of chewy bread, toasted with butter, two sunny-side up eggs (yolks runny as possible) and fresh spinach nuked with some cheese on top. We’re in need of groceries, so today didn’t include the spinach. Just eggs + toast. Oh, and tea. Lipton black with soy milk and enough sugar to make your grandmother faint.

There I was, buttering the toast, trying to ignore the oddness of my day, the stains on the counter, my dog longingly begging for either a bite or a trip to the park, and somehow the pressure on the plate shifted and the whole thing started to tip off the counter. I caught the plate against the counter’s edge, pinning one slice of toast between my hand and the plate. The other, though, hit the floor.

There are so many ways this story can go: The dog eats the toast. The dog eats the toast and then pukes it up later. The eggs burn while saving the toast. In trying to save the toast, the plate smashes into pieces. The plate smashes into pieces and my elbow also clips the mug of tea, sending that to its linoleum floor demise.

None of that happened. Today, my delicious slice of chewy toast landed butter-side up. To add to my luck, my dog comprehended “Leave it!” and didn’t make a dynamic lunge for the morsel.

But why share this with you? 

Well, I could feel a surge of frustration course through me as I realized that my perfect meal may be ruined. I was mad at myself for placing everything precariously on the counter, for not making enough space, for being distracted… for whatever… who knows? Being angry at myself for not being perfect.

It made me think, this is some type of analogy. Something went wrong, something was not perfect, my high expectations were not reached, but in the end I had a delicious meal, the toast was saved and everything was fine. This is life.

I seem to forget that life is like that – up & down, messy, not perfect – and more importantly, I beat myself up for not being able to “roll with it”. I’m too busy trying to live perfectly to avoid this discomfort. But if I expect the punches, the peaks and valleys, and I’m not so caught off guard by them, then I can adapt that much quicker. I can let.it.go. And I can enjoy myself in the process.

So, yes, the toast fell on the floor. I had a bit of a mess to clean up, but the toast landed butter-side up, meaning by my rules, it was still consumable and after a quick check for major issues, went right back on my plate. Sometimes things don’t go according to plan but that doesn’t mean the world is ending. I’m beginning to live with that.