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let’s get baked!

July 21, 2014

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a monday happy to you m’loves.

despite my damnedest to choke back the reins on a runaway, speeding summer, summer still barrels ahead at a breakneck pace.

this weekend was no exception.

my self-esteem got off to a proper, humiliating start on friday afternoon courtesy of the blow dry bar, where i had hoped to get an upper hand on my hair for my saturday photo shoot with samantha jacoby–which as the day neared i was 1000% regretting knowing i was nowhere near the level of subject she typically shoots.

going through the obligatory script, the hair stylist asked me if i had any “big plans” for the weekend. i replied that i had a photo shoot on saturday, and thus was getting my hair done for it; whereby she stopped my shitty head massage, peered down at my figure and face with autopsy focus, and said {I. SWEAR. TO. GOD.}:

“oh. so you’re a photographer?”

i laughed so hard i concussed my head on the shampoo bowl.

serves me right for being such a lazy bitch, and not washing my own hair.

ego decimation aside, samantha was a blast.

i don’t care if i end up looking like an old cow in the photos, i made a new girlfriend which is the bigger win.

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with my self-regard in the toilet, compliments of a round-brush wielding witch, the only way to clinically feel better about myself was to get immediate access to sugar and butter.

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although the plan was try this nectarine concoction; i got all fraidy cat and instead went with an old standby i’ve been making since college that has never disappointed me; kind of like cashmere, peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, and amy adams, this plum cobbler does not let me down.

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 truly a summer dessert, my red plum crunch relies on the sourness of summer {red} plums to give it a very tart contrast to the sweet of a traditional cobbler.

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i’m pretty sure this is the same bottle of créme de cassis i used in college.

you cannot taste the alcohol; i hate desserts that taste like liquor.

i don’t even like my cocktails and wine to taste like booze.

the créme de cassis gives the dish a rich, almost smokiness that plays so well with vanilla ice cream.

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if you ask me though the “crumble” is really the upshot of the recipe.

brown sugar: good.

butter: good

oatmeal & cinnamon: good

i double the recipe for the topping.

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and even with the double there may or may not have been an extra bowl of crumble made for the emotionally borderline,  “photographer” and her need to binge it out.

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the finished product….made prettier with flowers and china.

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i have a feeling that “look” back there is how pillow-mageddon began last week.

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although delicious on its own, the red plum crunch becomes a bowl-scraper with vanilla talenti gelato.

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my 20 year old recipe still holds up to the emotional eater test.

i devoured my bowl in olympic record time.

tummy love to you my darlings.

it’s friday i’m in love…

July 18, 2014

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shiny, happy, friday to you my doll-babies!

another week in the books, another year older for my most significant of others.

last night, alongside family from out-of-town, we celebrated with chocolate cake and mint gelato; hunkiest’s two most favorite foods.

the weekend foresees to be one, long spree of extolling the people i love; but first here are few of my friday favorite’s:

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 i am digging jenny lewis’ new single “just one of the guys.”

her video with anne hathaway, kristen stewart, and brie larson {in and out of drag,} is a sweet, silly counterbalance to, a lyrically, melancholly song. jenny lewis wrote the song the night after her father died.

brie larson, a girl crush of mine since her days on the united states of tara, more than makes up and cancels out my involuntarily gag reactions to kristen stewart and anne hatha-vain, in this fun video.

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those who have been to my house have seen my fanaticism:

i’m addicted to the color white.

in all of its shades, moods, and variances, white makes me happier than any other ‘color’ in the paint box.

finally someone else feels this same fancy; in an article for THE LINE, master colorist donald kaufman, who with his wife taffy dahl {what a name!!?}, works with top architects and designers to create over 104 variable shades of white, talks about the power and beauty of this often “un-romantic,” misunderstood color.

pardon me while i swoon.

grace

this week i finished a great book, “ordinary grace” by william kent krueger; a coming of age story, about two young brothers during the summer of 1961, in a small town of minnesota, where death and loss are as common as the 90 degree heat. krueger’s message of grace, in both the young and the old, the tortured and the guilty, is one that has stayed with me for days and i know will linger on for months, maybe even years to come.

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tomorrow i’m getting my photos taken with the famous samantha friedman jacoby; samantha takes insane fitness photos, and i’m so excited to work with this talented genius.

i’ve been living on a diet of cigarette’s and spin bikes.

{oh and chocolate cake with mint gelato}

in truth, it’s just been a week of less peanut/almond butters {my crack} and more cardio.

except for last night i’ve made an enormous version of this salad for dinner every night this week; no cheese {which is like water boarding for me,} this bibb lettuce/tarragon combination is delicious and crazy easy to make.

although saturday night, post photo shoot, all bets are off, and i’m face-planting into a baking dish of brown sugar and butter.

i’m making this nectarine and plum crisp with oatmeal streusel to negate all the cardio and clean eating i’ve committed to this week.

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 wish me luck angel-babies.

here’s to sucking it in, high eyebrows, and photoshop.

cheers to making a weekend splash so big, you get everyone else to join in your pool party!

see you on the other side of sunday m’loves.

~images: helmut newton

dog days….

July 2, 2014

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it happened overnight.

summer.

gone is my cool, springtime, sweater-inducing breeze; kidnapped, along with the sun, by humid-heavy clouds, replaced with an oppressive, dank, july heat that makes my hair dreadlock down the back of my neck into a thick, sweaty mullet, and whirls the ceiling fans into hours of overtime.

find me a hammock-hanging porch, an unlimited supply of coffee, a good read, and let’s order some change of address labels until november.

iced

always the last one {invited} to the party, how is it that i’m JUST now finding out about the magic of iced coffee?

i’ll admit the idea of serving coffee other than the third-degree-we’re-going-to-the-emergency-room-HOT kind has always seemed a bit, blasphemous to me; kind of like doing push-ups on a spin bike…oh wait…

but last weekend i inadvertently grabbed the wrong drink at a coffee bar, took a sip of some poor fool’s delicious iced coffee, fell in mad love with his icy mocha dream, and then made like a bandit out to my car.

 like a dog who’d stolen steak from the dinner table {i’ve seen it done first hand!} i took off with my new prize and slurped it down before the barista police caught me; brain freeze be damned!

i’ve since been trying to perfect the iced coffee at home….not as easy as it i thought it would be..

did you know it has to steep for TWELVE hours…twelve hours!?!? twelve hours for something i just drink? i might as well grow my own coffee beans.

…any tips would be appreciated.

so far i like this recipe the best.

..mason jars help…

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speaking of mason jars, currently my house looks like it had a bad case of the mason jar stomach-flu.

i helped throw a baby shower over the weekend and the theme was:….mason jar…

not really, but pink hydrangeas and spray roses just seem to demand a mason jar.

 i want to keep the theme going.

these mason-jar recipes look delicious and super easy.

i don’t want be in the kitchen when it ISN’T hot and sticky, let alone in this, are we in florida or on the sun?-weather; these portable, pretty meals will get you outside, hopefully to the beach or into somewhere else equally beautiful, like a mall or target?

how many times can i say/write “mason-jar” in one post?

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if you are staying inside have you been watching the leftovers? or tyrant?

SO good!

i’m back to tomorrow with some summer skin savers.

see ya then, ‘kay?

wishing you a wednesday of both tides high + vibes good.

peace out m’loves.

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