anniversary pie

bill cunningham new york

dirty buggers

Wonderwood (Commes des Garcons) by Brothers Quay

beet cake

Recently, while perusing anthro's new blog I found this video from tiger in a jar.  It's a lovely little thing and, since I have been interested in old fashioned baking techniques, I thought I would give this recipe a try.  Ultimately, the recipe as it stands is much too earthy.  I do want to try it again but with less beet and perhaps more chocolate.


beet cake from tiger in a jar on Vimeo.

lovely lady beards

Cocorosie-Lemonade from [PIAS] Recordings on Vimeo.


Cocorosie-Lemonade from [PIAS] Recordings on Vimeo.

walking onions

The walking onions are going mad in the garden.  I had to clear some out because they were taking over the strawberry patch, although the strawberries seem to love being in close proximity to this particular allium.  The bushes are so glossy and the flowers are numerous and adorable.  Fingers crossed that I get the berries before the crows do.

grouping

tool lust

My current tool space/ work-surface is the top of a high boy dresser that J's mom used to keep a chicken in- the fowl had it's choice of the 5 drawers to roost in. It's an old hardwood piece that is quite tall and can really take a pounding when I have to hand-set rivets or grommets or the like.  The only problem is that there isn't much surface space for little more than my hand press, a small cutting mat, small but lovely tool tray, and a mason jar.  In the mason jar I keep the larger implements like a mallet and hammer.  Unfortunately, if I am careless I can easily tip over the jar spilling the contents to the floor.  I can only hope that my landlord does not notice the pock marks left by my hammer.   Oopps. So it's understandable why I could lust after such a lovely yet utilitarian piece like this.   You can find it here.

middle school romance

Ha, this little gem reminds of the time I bought some chocolate lip balm from Lush and texted J and asked him if he would make out with me like it was middle school. Same sentiment.

yes, I have become one of them

J came home late and tired.  There wasn't anything in the fridge. We dug through the cabinets and pulled out some ramen from Central Market.  I had kimchi ramen with the babies from my walking onions- in my opinion the only vegetable that has a live birth, and copious amount of lettuce.   And yes, I am stooping to photograph my dinner.  Blame it on the MSG.

spicy berries

Before J and I went camping, I threw a few pints of strawberries into the freezer that were growing tiny, white, delicate fungal beards.  Okay, some were- I am frugal but not cheap enough to save the truly rotten.  Since we have the tiniest freezer created by man, I needed to remove bruised berries to make room for some bags of tamales that were not consumed during our forest romp.  I was left with a pile of frozen berries.  What to do?  Make balsamic, black pepper, strawberry preserves that's what.  Easy peasy.  I didn't really measure... I placed the three ingredients in a pot in amounts by taste and simmered until it had a nice thick consistency.  I thought it would pair well with brie but it was the sharp cheddar that nailed it.

tuts on trend hunter!