Archive for 2013


Monday, December 2, 2013

Thanksgiving dinner in our tiny apartment

As always, this past weekend was about being present and enjoying the company of loved ones. We hosted Thanksgiving for the first time and while there were a few mishaps here and there, (Broken meat thermometer! Inconveniently placed kitty water dish!) I still think it was the perfect evening.

Even better, we took some time to ourselves and rested- which for me, meant sleeping for 12 hours straight. It was delicious.

Afterwards, I was determined to get our tree up.

Husband sets up the Christmas tree
Always the ham.

Let me clarify: I was determined to have the household muscle set the tree up.

Our beautiful glowing Christmas tree

Ta da! That tiny painting (A Julia Rothman original) is a treasured keepsake from my first trip visiting San Francisco, way before living here was even on my radar. I love how life circles around sometimes.

A cozy kitty by the lit Christmas tree

Rainy Day Things.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Persian cat on floktaki rug
Herbert on his throne.

Mellow, drifty music.

Magical snowflakes, up close.

Lady grey.


Cutest persian cat on floktaki rug
West Elm Windsor Chair. L-Shelf by ARRe Design.


I love a quiet breakfast. Those ten or fifteen minutes allow me to wake slowly and have the perfect little meal before tackling the day. Don't forget the coffee, never forget the coffee. This sort of easing into the day doesn't always happen but when it does, everything else seems to fall into place. 

Morning sunshine on a dining table

I'm serious about breakfast, and I think it's because my mother was too. On big days, if there was a test or something, we opened the morning with a full blown meal- fried rice or noodles, steamed veggies. Sometimes ribs or aloo chicken from the night before would be laid out next to the rice. Those bellies would be full. Or else.

Coffee with Heath Ceramics
Heath Ceramics - Large Mug  //  French Grey.

These days, it's a fried egg, over hard (can't have my eggs even the tiniest bit runny- I know, I know, I'm in the minority here), slid over a fat slice of lightly toasted sourdough that's been prepped with a swipe of jalapeño jam. I never knew how to feel about jalapeño jam but I cracked open a tiny jar of it and learned! How it's spicy yes but also tart from the vinegar that was used to preserve the peppers. And a touch sweet.

Pile on the condiments- dried onions, fresh cracked pepper, salt, Cholula hot sauce. This is literally the peeeerfect breakfast. So many textures, so much umami.

You are going to want to do this, every. single. morning. Like I have, for the last few months. If you do, tell me what you changed. How is it with a poached egg, or a fluffy scramble?

Fried egg on sourdough bread

Can't leave without a shoutout for my jalapeño jam, which is from a company called INNA jam. They are made locally, sourced from seasonal fruits, which in California is like, oh my. I went to their kitchen in Emeryville to pick up a variety of jars as gifts last year and most of them ended up in my own pantry. Gifts for Laura.

Bring On the Noise

Monday, November 18, 2013

There has been construction on our home for the last three weeks. First it was roof replacement, and then the siding was rotting and needed to be torn out, insulation put in and covered up. Oh and when that's done, the windows will be replaced. Did I mention it's all happening in the one room I work in?


So. It has been a rotation of blasting the Moth podcasts and talking to ones self in order to drown out the noise and I have not been successful. Most of the talking has been complaining about the consistent banging and the music the guys are listening to in order to make their workday MORE INTERESTING. (My landlord has decided to spend these next couple weeks in Mexico. He has abandoned ship and my wits have gone with him.)

As all this work is going on around me, Hurricane Haiyan hit the Philippines and that shut me the hell up. Because there are very real, hugely terrible things happening on the other side of the world and I need to do something. Other than whine about this very cozy home I get to live in.

Here's the link of organizations that are offering help to the survivors.
(I'm using the IRC. And prayer.)

The End in the Beginning

I've never been good at the first pages. The pressure of that first page is just too much.

So in an effort not to overthink it, I'm posting the last post on my old blog here.

For those of you who found me via that space, thank you for following me here.
For those of you who are new, welcome and I hope you stick around for the journey.

“Try to remember it always," he said once Gogol had reached him, leading him slowly back across the breakwater, to where his mother and Sonia stood waiting. "Remember that you and I made this journey together to a place where there was nowhere left to go.”
Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake

Road to Taos, New Mexico

The road to Taos.

<< Last entry, reposted below. >>

I miss posting because unless I write about what's happening in my life and have photos, I don't remember it. I really do have the worst memory.

At the same time, I am living my life. No longer an outsider just documenting everything. So that's what the goal was, these first couple years of marriage. Trying to be present. Pulling myself out of the relative singledom that comes with a long term, long distance relationship. I don't really talk about that here but it wasn't so easy. Routines are established now though, and that helps. We took a lot of mini vacations- treating ourselves to weekends away. Experiencing California.

But I am sad about not having any blog posts that help me remember.

So I'm coming back but this time it will be in a whole new space:

If there's anyone left out there subscribed (who knows, with Google Reader being dead and all) please update your readers!

Thanks. :)