am i the last person to know about these snacks? we just got them in my ghetto grocery store and i am IN LOVE with them and i am IN LOVE with the inventor. i thank the heavens above for folks who also avoid the corn, who want a healthy snack and then actually go about creating one. i have the utmost respect for innovators. what i wouldn’t give for that innovator gene.
they’re the best snack ever invented.
i tell you people, i have been off the chips since i declared myself off the chips. don’t get me wrong, i’m still eating a tasty rice cracker every now and again. (oxymoron? tasty rice cracker?) but these, these are more CHIP-like. and i approve.
now, the jury is still out on my latest box of wine experiment. i was feeling rich and worthy of a box of organic wine after many many agonizing hours of work, and it was a new product in my neighborhood liquor store, so i splurged – our daily red. besides, the name kills me.
the problem is, i can’t decide if my body is just rejecting the notion of organic wine because it’s so darn used to cheap booze or WHAT. but two days in a row of drinking ONLY ONE glass of this organic boxed wine, i’ve awoken with a headache. i don’t get it. is this wine mocking me? is this wine saying, “who do you think you are drinking organic wine allasudden, you poser?!” to be honest, i miss my little pour spout on the non-organic box. but of course, i’ll suffer through this chicken stock box of upper crust vino. headaches be damned!
also – i’m still eating the cheese. sometimes i just can’t resist the siren song of the honey goat cheese. so much for wearing my vegan badge proudly.
today’s favorite snack – honey goat cheese with avocado on a beanito with some daily red. life is grand. a day off, some good snackin’, a little thrifting (more later) and some netflix boardwalk empire. who has a better life than me? no-one. everyone. whatever. i love my mediocre life.
vintage wheaton cheese shaker.
let’s talk about cheese.
cheese, glorious cheese.
cheese = dairy and last you knew i didn’t eat dairy.
i had proclaimed myself a vegan.
but sometime this past spring i started to introduce some old foods i couldn’t eat back into my diet.
foods i haven’t eaten in 6+ years.
first i tried avocado.
and my throat didn’t close up.
and i was happy.
so i ate avocado all through the spring and the summer and the fall and all was good.
and then mid-summer i decided to give cheese a try.
i started with goat cheese.
and my throat didn’t close up.
and i consumed an entire log in one sitting.
maybe all of 10 mins.
i just ate and ate and ate it.
and then i tried the cow’s version of cheese. some swiss cheese made in finland with cows who eat grass and who don’t get pumped full of antibiotics.
and dayum – that didn’t close my throat either, and dayum – it was delicious.
so i’ve been eating cheese intermittently for a few months.
you name it, i’ve eaten it.
goat cheese, goat cheese with cranberries, goat cheese with blueberries, herbed goat cheese, havarti, swiss, gouda, brie, fresh mozzarella.
all friggin’ delicious.
i’m torn though. i don’t want to eat cheese. i don’t want to eat any more animal products.
have you seen the movie forks over knives?
actually, i haven’t seen the movie. stupid netflix. it’s been at the top of my queue for 2 months stating “very long wait.” that is a LONG time to be waiting. and why must it be ME who has to wait this long? who gets first dibs on the movie is what i wanna know. rude.
i think the gist of the movie is don’t eat animal products for the love of gawd or you’ll die of cancer of the everything.
i hear the movie is controversial.
who knows anymore?
what i do know is sometimes cheese tastes so darn good.
but eating whole packages of cheese by yourself in one sitting can make you large. large and not in charge.
perhaps this is an instance where eating in moderation is key. isn’t that what everyone tells themselves as an excuse to eat the stuff that’s bad for you? i don’t like excuses.
but i do likes me some blueberry goat cheese.
ironically, i have NOT eaten parmesan cheese despite now owning the quintessential mod parmesan cheese shaker.
but it’s a good-looking retro piece of glassware, right?
you guys know i don’t eat corn, right? no corn, no corn products, nothing. it’s only been about 6 or so years i’ve been corn-free (corn-free, as free as the wind blows, as free as the grass grows... - that is an old andy williams reference, btw) look at your packaged food, people. corn is in everything. it takes reading lots of labels on lots of packages to avoid the corn.
i just watched the movie king corn (you can watch it online) and it’s a cute documentary about how america grows a lot of crap corn, which in turn gets used in our processed foods and to feed most cattle americans eat (cattle should eat grass.)
which is making america a bunch of unhealthy fat-asses.
don’t eat corn if ya know what’s good for ya.
and that is my sermon for the day.
but what is yellow and good?
thank gawd it’s spring.
dare i say we’re out of snowstorm danger for the long haul? my shovel has been packed away.
“snow showers” are in the forecast three times in the 10-day. what?
all things bear-related are packed away.
and have been replaced with items of color and happiness and joy joy joy.
and with spring comes the sounds of spring.
and the neighbor putting on a new roof.
bang. bang. bang.
all. day. long.
we wait and we wait and we wait for the warmer temperatures and somehow you never anticipate the ol’ roof replacement. ahhhhh, what can you do? applaud their home improvement efforts and then pour a drink.
i thought i’d be refreshed and renewed and ready to blog again after a nice winter break, but that didn’t happen. my well is dry. bone dry. i’m kinda bored with everything. bored with crafts, bored with decor, bored with movies, bored with thrifting, bored. everything is starting to look and sound the same to me everywhere i turn. and yes, i’m familiar with the phrase when you’re bored, you’re boring. i won’t deny this. i’m kinda boring. not as boring as some people i know, but not as riveting, either.
things i’ve changed over the past few months:
1. i’m off shampoo and conditioner. i use the baking soda/apple cider vinegar routine every other day. google it. there’s tons of info on the web. sure, i smell like a salad, but no-one gets close enough to me these days to notice. one incident worth noting - a slightly embarrassing moment came when a waiter asked if i’d like some fresh ground pepper on my head.
2. speaking of hair – i have jumped on the ombre hair trend. or bronde, if you will. dark hair at the roots gradually fading into blonde ends. there is a delicate balance from looking like this:
to looking like this:
after finding myself creeping into mug-shot chic territory, i plunged headfirst into a DIY version of ombre hair (with darn good results) following these instructions here, making me look less like the “glamour don’t” example directly above.
3. i start the day with a cup of hot water, rather than coffee. i saw it on dr. oz. i still drink a couple cups of coffee after that, but i have cut back on my coffee consumption. i almost like it better than the coffee. i also enjoy a cup of hot water in the afternoon. this certainly katapults me into old fartdom.
4. i’ve gone vegan – no eggs, no fish (to go along with my no wheat, no dairy, no corn food allergies diet). it’s just an accidental experiment – my grocery store was not stocking the local farmer’s eggs for a couple weeks and i gave up. i can’t say i won’t return to these sources of protein in the future, but for now it’s rice, beans, veggies, fruits and nuts. and tequila. you’d drink too if you had to live on my diet.
5. i became obsessed with californication. yes, i know i’m SO LATE, seasons late, years late to the party on this one, but it’s one of the only things that has grabbed my attention and held it for any length of time. there is an eerie familiarity to the story line – i feel like i’m watching a quasi-ish version of my past life. quasi-ISH - the charismatic boyfriend, the beautiful long-term girlfriend (that’s me, btw, natch), the cheating, the drugs, the booze, the break-ups, the get-back-togethers, the break-ups again….anyway, i’ve been in a californication coma trance fog watching seasons 1 – 3 in these last weeks of winter. it’s been awesome.
and so with that, the blog goes on another hiatus ’til something earth-shattering happens. this non-shampooing, hot water drinking, netflix addict vegan has nothing to write about.
oh, except for this pair of cool-as-hell wooden vintage swedish lamps i found via ebay. they remind my sister of an egyptian wedding cake (?) and yes, they do have a wedding cake/christmas tree feel to them, but they also put off an amazing cozy glow and i ask you, who in the world doesn’t appreciate a good cozy swedish glow?
i haven’t found a permanent place in my apartment for them yet, one stays on the kitchen counter for now and the other i drag around with me from room to room to create ambiance. sitting on my ass ambiance.
me? i’ll be cooking up the traditional thanksgiving baked french fries.
but first, a workout.
enjoy your holiday!
it’s soup and fries weather.
(that pot is heating up lentil soup. lentil soup itself does not make for a pretty picture. that pot, however, is pure beauty.)
and homemade baked red potato fries. i’m not the best cook in the world, but these fries have darn good flavor.
soup and fries. i’d go to a cute little dive restaurant that served only soup and fries. nobody else would go, but i would. ok, soup and fries and beer.
this isn’t a dive restaurant, but how perfect is this? i’d love soup and fries and beer here.
i’m wearing socks.
double socks, even. socks on socks. my floors is cold.
i must accept summer is now over. the flip flops and sandals must be retired. oh it pains me so. i’ve been chilled to the bone the past several days.
this weather certainly warrants the need for hot apple cider now.
and a side of turd.
(ok, it’s not a turd. it’s a gluten-free, dairy-free, corn-free snack bar.)
does not have quite the visual appeal of a whoopie pie or a chocolate chip cookie. gone are my days of the decadent snack. woe is me. i’m left with turds.
had an old (new) unused pillow form laying around naked and figured i’d wrap it in vintage florals.
gingham and vintage florals. very D&G, spring 2011. yes, it seems even the heavy hitters in fashion are embracing this granny-chic thing.
(all photos via tom and lorenzo)
no quilting on this one. just some patchwork with a floral backing. small lumbar pillow. perfect for lumbaring. brightens up an otherwise dully upholstered saarinen executive office chair on these drizzly, gloomy days.