morale is low. very low, indeed. sick for a week. work is the lamest. i had to pass up on singing because i had to be at lame job. at least the immediate future is looking brighter. well, two days off is always helpful and work is still going to be stupid, but i have music plans (hopefully) twice this week and a plan to visit friends in southern california in less than two weeks (with singing involved). so i have that to look forward to.
you know what i think are over rated in the flower department?
although, i picked like the prettiest picture of them ever...
you know what i think is under rated?
lots of red carnations with no greenery. so pretty. they smell sweet and spicy too. i always want to bury my nose into a big bouquet of red carnations.
i was looking up pictures of yoko ono (i love her. i know this love is controversial. i don’t care. i love her.) the other day and i found a site of “rare celebrity photos” and this one of marilyn monroe kicked my ass. i had never seen it (rare…yes.) and i love it.
wowza, right?
that is all for now.
m.
ps. i’m going to make this soon.
the w(h)iz.
March 15, 2011
so i’m becoming a bit of a whiz kid in the (soup) kitchen. this is what happens when your cook (aka. sister) moves to seattle. in the past couple of weeks i’ve made sweet potato soup, kale and white bean soup, split pea soup and now i’m making chunky vegetable tomato cream soup. i need to think of a better name for that last one. i’m sort of making it up as i go along. i had this soup in edinburgh last year that was so amazing from this cafe and i’m trying to recreate it with no recipe. i emailed them last night to see if they will give me the recipe…but no luck yet and i wanted to make it on my day off. so we’ll see what happens. i also made jessica’s mom’s puttanesca on friday night and it came out so perfect!! i will never-ever-no-never (probably) buy tomato sauce from a can or jar again. it’s so easy to make and it is SO incredibly more delicious than anything i’ve ever bought. i adjusted that recipe a little bit for my taste; only 1/2 tsp of anchovy paste and about a 1/4 cup of kalamata olives, chopped. if you’re scared about anchovy paste, don’t be. it’s just about depth of flavor and you will not even know it’s there once it’s cooked. seriously, you should try that recipe. it’s awesome! thanks jess for sharing. i think i will start calling it “dirty girl pasta,” because i just read this…
‘The name originated in Naples after the local women of easy virtue. Pasta Puttanesca means “The way a whore would make it”, but the reason why the dish gained such a name is debated. One possibility is that the name is a reference to the sauce’s hot, spicy flavour and smell. Another is that the dish was offered to prospective customers at a low price to entice them into a house of ill repute. its name came from the fact that it was a quick cheap meal that prostitutes could prepare between customers.’
of easy virtue. good one. (sidenote: i just got up to stir and taste my soup. oh yeah, we’re heading in the right direction.) all girl band name? easy virtue. hmmm? who wants to be in a girl band with me? we can’t tour though. i vowed after traveling with my choir freshman year of college to always make sure you’ve got some sausage on the tour bus with you. you just gotta keep things balanced. have i turned into the most revolting woman of all time? ”sausage,” really? my mother…would laugh. i was going to type “be ashamed”…but she wouldn’t be. she would laugh and tell me i’m disgusting. which is the response i was going for.
what should i make for dessert?
m.
last year.
March 13, 2011
i miss 2010. i just went through some e-mails that i sent to friends while i was in london to torture myself. last year at this time, i was planning a trip to edinburgh, was hanging out with friends every day, had just made out with someone and i had made this list about a boy i did not know, that i wanted to know (that was NOT the boy i had just made out with*). it makes me laugh to read it. thought i’d share.
how to spell his name in case i’m getting it wrong
what his last name is
everything that his job entails
if he is open to spirituality/faith
what his favorite bands are
how he affords his insane car in london
where he grew up
what his parents are like
why he has a girlfriend that’s not me
does he like to dance
who his best friends are
what he likes to eat
if he cooks
if he likes sweets
if he wants me to bake for him
if he likes coffee or tea better
how he likes his eggs cooked/does he like eggs
where does he hang out
does he like to go out or stay in, or both
where has he traveled
has he ever been to america
where does he want to go
if he likes camden
if he goes to shows a lot
what’s his favorite kind of weather
does he still wear a beanie in the summer/is it a fashion thing or is it practical
if he’s on facebook
so silly this list. i love it. this boy, the one i wondered about had magic moonless midnight eyes that made my heart skip a beat. but i think i found out he wasn’t that nice to this girl that was not me.
c’est la vie,
m.
*what a slut. does london make me a slut? i think i just felt like i had options in london and that felt really exciting. here, not so much. or maybe i have options and it’s like choosing between burger king and mcdonalds when i don’t like fast food. but in london i got to choose between a chocolate croissant and…….a gorgeous veggie quiche. or maybe have both, like i did this morning at tartine in san francisco. this may be why i eat so well…no boys. plenty of time to cook.
winter winds.
March 9, 2011
today the guy i work with turned on mumford & sons and it made me happy. mostly to not be listening to the crap he, and everyone else i work with, always plays. uh, hello? have you heard any new music besides mumford & sons in the last ten years? ouch. anyway, “winter winds” came on and i said something about it being my london song from last year… and today i looked up my blog from today’s date last year and i had posted the video for that song. i am missing london so hard core. it makes my throat burn. i wish i was there in my apartment. and by my apartment i mean one with double glazed windows and central heating and air. does this exist in london? in my head it does and it’s basically perfection. it’s probably also within walking distance of borough market.
What would you say if I took those words away…*
m.
*i just looked up “more than words” by extreme…oh,nuno bettencourt…
the fever.
March 3, 2011
bieber is the real thing. saw the movie on monday. laughed, cried, sang along.
i’m not looking for a cure…
m.
