I love this one.
I love this one.
Bon Iver is the perfect accompaniment to a rainy Sunday, don’t you agree?
I love Exhibition A & their limited edition collaborative prints.
This Michael Bevilacqua piece came into my inbox this morning… I really really really want it but really really really need to recover from Christmas shopping before I even think about indulging in anything like this for myself.
Via Exhibition A: “‘Love Will Tear Us Apart’ is the amazing song by Joy Division about Ian Curtis’ torrid love affair. Torn between his wife and lover, the end result was Curtis committing suicide after only two albums and a handful of singles. Probably the most influential indie band to date. For the last year and more, the music of Joy Division has dominated my studio resulting in paintings of chrome, black and white. Joy Division is the soundtrack to an industrial landscape of new work scratched, burned and erased into existence.” – Michael Bevilacqua, 2011
I only recently discovered Joy Division (way behind the times, I know, but I watched Control to try and relate to a boy… how lame does that sound…) and now they’re playing on repeat on my Spotify because I hear Ian Curtis’ voice and get the chills. Anyway. There you are. I like Joy Division. And this print. And I want it in our living room, hanging above our fireplace.
At least those creepy owls are gone.
When I’m in a good mood I bake, when I’m in a bad mood I bake…
when I’m in a realllllly bad mood I make salted caramels.
Right now, I don’t know what kind of mood I’m in.
I’m currently making Corn, Buttermilk and Chive Popovers listening to a song that basically describes the past year… or two… of my life. Trials and errors, flips and flops, and finally, a light at the end of the tunnel.
After almost 6 months up here (can you believe it?! 6 months in 2 weeks!) and a lot of internal (and not so internal) back and forth about my move to San Francisco, I’ve realized that at the very least really happy that I took a chance.
I took a chance, made a move, shook a tail feather, and no matter where I end up I’ll be proud of myself for taking a leap.
I mean… at the end of the day, it’s all about finding your way. Right?
And I currently have a big ol’ gigantic terrifying glob of popover batter seeping down between my toes. Gross! But I can’t wait to pop one of those hot steamy popovers right into in my mouth…
Sunday was a very sad day. I deemed my basil completely dead (it just wasn’t been able to handle the heat wave we experienced last week…) and my most favorite plant in the entire world, my chocolate mint plant, suffered a horrific aphid infestation. I didn’t even know aphids could infest indoor plants!
I brightened it a bit by making Plum Kuchen. I bought plums the other week and for some reason wasn’t eating them. I guess I just knew they were destined for something better. I did some research and landed on a Gourmet Magazine Plum Kuchen recipe (apparently you can make Kuchen with any stone fruit, so mix it up people!).
I hadn’t realized when I decided to do this recipe how long it would take. I bought a few missing ingredients, went home, ACTUALLY read the recipe, had an anxiety attack, and proceeded to say eff it, I have everything ready, it’s Sunday, Erich and I are going to brunch but he’s not waking up, despite my texts telling him to awaken (Sidenote: we ended up having brunch at The Little Next Door during rising process part two… gruyere fries, eggs benedict, my favorite greek salad in LA and the perfectly sweetened mint iced tea), so let’s do it! Lesson 1: Read the recipe all the way through before you decide to make it. Lesson 2: Yeast cakes take FOREVER to make. Lesson 3: Yeast cakes are totally worth it. Lesson 4: I need to get my food photography/styling skills on par with Gourmet Magazine. As delicious as these suckers are, they do not photograph nearly as well as Gourmet’s, but I bet they taste just as good!
On a musical sidenote… Phantogram’s “When I’m Small” was the perfect musical accompaniment. In fact, the entire album is, I’m just obsessed with that one song and have been playing it on repeat since Friday. Roomie, please don’t kill me.