Showing posts with label photo-a-day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photo-a-day. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Break out the caffeine.


...and who doesn't relish a night spent pounding away on a topic you don't particularly endorse, support, or honor? If only I wasn't such a fine procrastinator!

(Note the uneven space bar...a remedy to my crippled keyboard is much in order, but the mere thought of parting with the internet for any length of time leaves me reaching for the nearest coping mechanism.)

Getting back on track...

Labor Day weekend:

The stowaway
Tuesday:

Good morning, Nashville.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Some like it hot. (Some apparently like it cold.)

I'm freezing at work. Literally. In mere moments I will waft into the slumber of hypothermia never to wake again. A rigid form of mindless key punches and legs crossed in feminine professionalism left in my place, which brings me to this: why doesn't refrigerator contain the same "D" as it's shortened version, fridge? A million dollar question. Anyone with the answer gets...a popsicle. I dunno, I've got cold on the brain.

It rained today, briefly. Just enough precipitation to make the consistency of air a little more like that of syrup. But rain nonetheless. I almost required a moment of silence for the phenomenon we have not born witness to in ages. It was the talk of the town - that quick sprinkle.

It seems that I will either freeze in this office or parch outdoors, and I'm beginning to think that the idea of autumn is a farce all together.

I'm failing miserably at the photo-a-day project now that I am officially four days behind. It doesn't seem to be all that critical to the continuation of life's cycle and maybe it should be celebrated as a sign that I'm beginning to give more meaning to my hours than I did in the throes of Summer's Apathy. I'll try to catch up, because I said I would do it.

For the sake of something positive: Living Wage meetings begin again next week! Yay! for fair wages! I've also got my fingers crossed for some involvement in a refugee replacement organization this semester - Yay! for the evacuation of Sudanese refugees!

Friday, August 24, 2007

Some Fine Domestic Goddesstry (that's not a word, and I know it.):

The Nashville Farmer's Market...delivering when in need of peaches.














Balsamic Peaches:
6 peaches, peeled, pitted, and sliced into thick wedges
3 Tbs (45 ml) brown sugar
1/2 tsp (2 ml) freshly ground pepper, or to taste
3 Tbs (45 ml) balsamic vinegar


Combine all the ingredients in a non-metallic bowl and toss to combine. Chill in the refrigerator for 2 hours before serving. Serve with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream if desired.
Serves 4 to 6. (I omitted the pepper...and opted for homemade vanilla gelato instead of ice cream or whipped cream)


Summer's perfection.



















Better than Vanilla Gelato Made in your ice cream maker For 1 quart you will need: 5 large egg yolks - 3/4 cup sugar - 2 cups whole milk - 1 cup half & half - 2 tsp. vanilla extract.

Combine egg yolks and sugar in a mixing bowl. Beat at medium high speed until the mixture is thick and pale yellow in color. Heat milk to a simmer. Add half of the milk to the egg yolk mixture and whisk until blended. Stir in the rest of the milk and cook over low heat, stirring constantly. Remove from heat, when the mixture coats the back of your spoon. Stir in the half & half. Pass mixture through a fine strainer into a bowl and set over an ice bath to chill. Stir in the vanilla extract. Freeze in an ice cream maker according to manufacturer's instructions.





















Gelato in the works.





















The Ravioli insides: 3/4 c. ricotta cheese, 6 oz. frozen, chopped spinach (drained), 1/2 c. Parmesan, and a pinch of nutmeg...salt and pepper to taste.



















Five Minute Tomato Sauce




















I'm very particular about the tomatoes I use in this sauce. Look for canned crushed tomatoes, some cans you will come across will say "with added puree" - this is also fine. I avoid diced tomatoes, pass on pureed, and skip whole tomatoes as well. Avoid the crushed tomatoes with added herbs, seasonings, etc. You want pure crushed tomatoes if possible. I also look for organic crushed tomatoes which can be tricky, I often come across the Muir Glen brand, it has added basil in it - that one is actually fine. The San Marzano crushed tomatoes are great as well. Any leftover sauce keeps well in the refrigerator for three or four days

1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
***1 1/2 teaspoons crushed red pepper flakes
1/2 teaspoon fine grain sea salt
3 medium cloves of garlic, finely chopped
1 28-ounce can crushed red tomatoes
zest of one lemon

Combine the olive oil, red pepper flakes, sea salt, and garlic in a cold saucepan. Stir while you heat the saucepan over medium-high heat, saute just 45 seconds or so until everything is fragrant - you don't want the garlic to brown. Stir in the tomatoes and heat to a gentle simmer, this takes just a couple minutes. Remove from heat and carefully take a taste (you don't want to burn your tongue)...If the sauce needs more salt add it now. Stir in the lemon zest reserving a bit to sprinkle on top of your pasta.

Makes about a quart of tomato sauce.

***I SUGGEST CUTTING THIS BY AT LEAST 2/3rds (i.e., 1/2 tsp, if not less)

*recipe courtesy of 101cookbooks.com




















AND, the aftermath:





















My roommate loves me...

And tomorrow the Goddesstry continues with homemade noodles for the ravioli and a baguette or two. Oh, this is date No. 3 with the Staff Sergeant :)

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Hey, aren't you...? Nah, couldn't be.

I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Wino lists this short metaphor in a recent blog posting:

"When you’re the liar, you are that guy we’ve all sat down to a friendly game of poker with, the overeager, smarmy one with the odd tells, the one who repeatedly claims he doesn’t understand the rules but seems to know his way around the table just fine. Not only is no one sure exactly who invited him, but he takes all the fun out of the game. And he’s an ass when he wins the pot, scooping up your cash with a sweaty snort while you give the knowing glance to your regular players. This is the guy from whom you hide your good beer in the farthest reaches of the fridge. The one you rant about after he’s cleaned you out. The one you promise will not be invited back.

I’m not playing that game anymore."

I swear I've met that guy before. I just...hmm...I can't pinpoint WHERE.

The question of honesty makes my nerves draw up inside my skin, like when you anticipate the piercing sting of a finger prick. It's hard to wager yourself after the burn of deceit, very hard indeed. It's hard not to assume that everyone's intentions are the same. We are a culture of "every man for himself," are we not? I just wonder if he's out there...he doesn't have to arrive on a majestic white horse, or come to my door with bouquets of flowers or compliments, or a twinkle in his eye - I'd be skeptical of the twinkle anyway. I just want him to be honest. Honest and absurdly in love with me.

...and maybe good shoes.

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And also, Tuesday's snap-shot:


Yeah, I'm a bottle brunette.


Monday, August 20, 2007

Story Time

Macbeth and I enjoy one last lazy afternoon of summer before classes resume on Wednesday.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Hey, remember that other time when I would only read the backs of cereal boxes?

  • This has always been my character.
  • I'm not a failure just because I move against the grain.
  • I hurt and love with equal intensity...and pretty much everything in between.
  • Even though they sometimes seem absurd, the things I'm willing to experience always offer something new and significantly valuable to be learned about myself, relationships, etc.
All of that being said, I'm sorry if this part of me makes it trying at times to be close. I'm sorry if I wear you down, if I don't heed your advice, if I don't follow through with good intentions, and if some of my ventures cause me distress that then bleeds over into your space. Today, though, I don't think I'm going to change and again, if apologies are due, I will surely give them freely.
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And also, Sunday's photo:
...shoppin' the cereal aisle.
(Except I actually bought Kashi Honey Almond Clusters from the organic section. Call me a fraud, I guess.)

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Laundry Day

...just spending my Saturday doing Saturday things.

Friday, August 17, 2007

I love living in the city. I went for a walk this evening upon realizing that I had yet to take, much less post a photo for the day. I ran a few errands and noticed the moon - again a small, silver sliver in the sky. It seems that my moon gazing has come full circle. I went walking in search of a lunar photo-op, but found none. I'm taking it as a sign to move forward...the moon is no longer more than a glowing orb in the night sky and I like it that way, although I might notice its beauty more now, and that's something I can be thankful for.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Day 2


OK, so it isn't from today, but it's less than a week old and is still pertinent to my current routine. I'm still struggling to get my camera back in working order. The battery situation seems to have been a fluke, but Friday's party has rendered my poor Canon's lens cover unpredictable...due to an apparent spill that has sealed it shut. Soon, I will be in working order - hopefully.

Anyway, this is my new most favored meal of the day. I previously mentioned the breakfast I threw together on my morning in Johnson City before heading for Asheville...organic granola, lots of blueberries, and milk. It's like heaven, no joke. My roommate teases me about the way in which a I carry on about breakfast. I revel my few moments of morning bliss of crunchy granola clusters, fresh blueberries and skim milk. I'll even credit it for motivating my morning awakening on more than one occasion.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Premiere Photo-a-Day Entry: Purple Pillows

Day 1: I got these borderline-tacky purple velvet throw pillows as a result of relationship retail therapy and a ridiculous clearance sale. They are heavenly soft and the bean-like filling in them molds perfectly to your shape. And even though I love/hate purple, they match my plum colored walls perfectly. I spent a good part of the day in bed snuggled up to my velvet wallpaper print pillows and thought they were tremendously insignificant in the world, but worth sharing.