My dad took and emailed this photo with the caption (and I am not paraphrasing or editing): “He sleeps like a KING !!!!!”
I’ve never considered myself to have a green thumb. Gardening never interested me, mostly because in my mind, it involved dirty fingers (yes I understand you can wear gloves), worms, and big straw hats.
Many people point out that since I’ve successfully kept my dog alive for the past 4 1/2 years, I should be able to keep a plant alive. I disagree; unlike Dog, a plant will not tell me when it needs food or water. In fact, at my last job, one of my tasks was to water the plants, and I’m pretty certain that one of them was overwatered (obviously I was trying to overcompensate for forgetting to water them on a regular basis).
But then one of the plants, which had apparently never flowered in the years my boss had it, suddenly blossomed one day, so I began thinking that maybe the other plant just died because it was old. That happens, right?
I’ve noticed that in the past few years, my love for clothes-and-shoe-shopping has diminished quickly, only to be replaced by a love for household-goods-shopping. As I walked home a few weeks ago, I just had to stop by Sur La Table and poke my head around the store. By the way, it’s probably my favorite place ever, so I can never just walk past and window shop.
It was a week before Easter, and they already had some Easter stuff on sale, and one of the items was a children’s gardening kit. It was 6 different types of seeds, some soil pellets, and an egg carton. Oh, and a “growth chart” printed in Comic Sans. Totally meant for kids. But it was $6 and I bought it.
Since I’ve never actually gardened before, I read the directions several times before putting the soil pellets in water, soaking them until they magically became soil (I have seriously never seen this before), carefully dividing them amongst the carton’s wells, putting the seeds in, and covering them all with the remaining soil. I set the carton next to a windowsill and stared at it.
Of course I knew the seeds weren’t going to magically grow right away, but still. I wanted my baby cucumber, squash, watermelon, radishes, green beans, and carrots to succeed, so I was willing them to grow.
After a few days, a few seedlings actually started popping up. The green beans and radishes were the first to sprout, followed by the squash and cucumber. I had doubts about the watermelon and carrots, especially as I transplanted them to my newly-delivered Amazon-ordered planter boxes. But after a few days and a dose of Miracle-Grow plant food, they’re still chugging along.
The growth of the seedlings, which I likened to the absence of failure, sparked some kind of odd fascination with gardening that has since become borderline obsessive. I spent hours scouring Amazon (and other gardening sites) for the best planters for small spaces, the best soil, how far apart I should plant seedlings, and the easiest vegetables to grow. Box after box started arriving filled with gardening supplies and vegetable seeds. I saved egg cartons so I could start more seedlings.
It eventually got to the point where I ran out of room on my window ledge to plant stuff (I even had to give away some of my watermelon and cantaloupe seedlings because I didn’t have enough planters, so I had to buy some bigger pots to put on my rooftop. When I became paranoid about birds eating the tomato plants, I moved them closer to the back staircase so I could keep an eye on them.
Today, I’m about a month into my gardening phase, and though nothing has borne fruit (or vegetables) yet, the plants are actually still alive and looking pretty good. My new favorite places to shop are Sloat Garden Center and Home Depot, and I spend every morning gleefully looking at my plant babies. This morning, as I potted four of my watermelon seedlings, Dog came over and watched. I think it’s the first time he’s realized that I’ve been tending to something other than him.
Oh, and I’ll have salad in a few more weeks. But the best part of this gardening experience by far, is that I don’t mind a bit of soil under my neatly manicured nails; in fact, I think it’s sort of fun to play in the dirt.
I almost never, ever have buttermilk lying around. When I need it for baking, I do the cheat thing (milk + a tablespoon or two of white vinegar, and let it sit for 10 minutes before using).
Then I decided it was time to (wo)man up and buy some real buttermilk so I could make some legit oven-fried chicken (I promise the recipe is coming soon). Yeah, ‘MURICA! (Sorry, “real buttermilk” sounded very all-American-apple-pie to me)
But now I have half a quart left of buttermilk sitting in my fridge. I don’t like pancakes, and I don’t want to make any more oven-fried chicken, so I thumbed through some cookbooks and decided to whip up some cupcakes.
While the cupcakes were baking, I realized I didn’t have any butter or cream cheese to make any sort of frosting. Awesome. We all know that cupcakes without frosting is just really sad, plain muffins. I surveyed my refrigerator and saw half a pint of whipped cream. So… that’ll have to do. And, from experience, when working with whipping cream (I prefer a hand mixer to a stand mixer), cover your bowl with a cloth on one end, so it doesn’t look like someone sprayed white paint everywhere.
The great thing about this combination, which really was just a way for me to use up some perishable ingredients in my refrigerator, is that the flavors are very mild and not very sweet. So basically I can eat this for breakfast.. right?
Buttermilk Cupcakes & Whipped Cream Frosting
Makes 1 dozen cupcakes
Ingredients for the cupcakes:
1 1/2 cups flour
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1 large egg
3/4 cup buttermilk
1/2 cup (8 tbsp.) butter, softened to room temperature*
1 1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
1 cup white sugar
Ingredients for the frosting:
1 cup whipping cream, straight from the refrigerator
2 tbsp. light corn syrup
1 1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
Line a cupcake tin, and preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Combine the flour, salt, baking powder and baking soda. In a large bowl, cream the butter and sugar until fluffy, then beat in the egg and vanilla extract. Alternate mixing in the dry ingredients with the buttermilk (I like to pour 1/3 in at a time) on low speed.
Use an ice cream scoop to fill the cupcake tin 2/3 of the way full. Once it’s in the oven, turn down the heat to 325 degrees, and bake for 20 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the middle comes out with a few crumbs attached.
After 10 minutes of resting in the cupcake tin, place each cupcake on a wire rack. Let cool completely before frosting (unless your ultimate goal is for your cupcakes to look like a runny mess).
To make the frosting, combine all the ingredients in a large bowl and beat, slowly increasing the speed to high. Beat for 5 minutes or until soft peaks form. I dolloped mine straight onto the cupcake and used the back of the spoon to spread it around – I love the homemade-look for cupcakes; I think they taste better, but that could just be purely psychological.
* If you are super short on time or you decided to bake on a whim, and didn’t have any time to let the butter soften to room temperature, nuke it at the lowest power for 2 minutes.
People often ask what it’s like to be funemployed (by choice). Do I like it? Do I get bored?
Are you kidding me? I freaking love it! It’s the only time I’ve ever had to really focus on myself, without any distractions (work, school, etc.). As a result, I’ve been working out more (today an old German lady had a cat t-shirt that said “Hot flashes cause global warming” – I am not even joking), cooking healthier, and soaking up the surprisingly warm San Francisco sun.
I’ve tried to make some of the stuff I bookmarked, such as slow-cooker pulled pork, pork tenderloin, and oven-fried chicken (recipe to come in a later post). But then sometimes I run out of stuff to make because I’m still retaining some of my bachelorette spirit. Like the time I only had beer and ketchup in my fridge. Those were dark times, but those were also incredibly fun times.
After a round of Zumba (if there is any proof that there is a God, this would be it – this higher being determined that I am not to be a dancer in this life) and spin, I decided a juice wasn’t enough to tide me over until an early dinner. Steaming a head of cauliflower to turn into a mash seemed like too much work, and my pot of water wasn’t boiling quickly enough.
So I stared into my fridge. I never have enough to make a complete meal, because if I have pasta, I have no sauce. There’s cheese, but no bread. There’s broth, but no meat or other veggies to put in.
I was able to round up a handful of cherry tomatoes, a bag of baby kale and spinach, some leftover pearl couscous, and, after rummaging through the depths of my cabinet, a small can of chunk light tuna, all of which I threw into a pan with some olive oil and salt. Seriously. If there’s something I would love to specialize in, it’s one-pan meals. Not as glamorous, but less cleanup means a big win for me (or, let’s get real, for Sam).
And this was delicious.
Super Quick Easy Healthy Lunch
Half a cup of cherry or grape tomatoes
Small can of chunk light tuna (or any other cooked protein)
Handful of baby spinach or kale
Cooked couscous, quinoa, or rice (really any cooked grain/pasta will work)
Swirl a pan with about 2 tablespoons of olive oil on medium heat, and toss in the tomatoes, sprinkling them with a bit of salt. Let cook for 2-3 minutes until the tomatoes burst easily when pricked with a fork. Add the can of tuna (do not drain), and cook for another minute. Finally, throw in the spinach (don’t worry, it will wilt quickly) and the couscous and put a lid on the pan. Let steam for 30 seconds, or until the greens have wilted down a bit. Stir to mix everything evenly. Enjoy!
It all started when I was probably 4 years old. I distinctly remember demanding (because what 4-year-old “asks nicely”?) that everyone call me by the name of Zucchini. Not because I particularly liked eating it, but because I thought the word sounded really cool.
After the realization dawned on my young brain that I was asking to be called a squash, I nixed the idea and decided to hate all squash. This includes pumpkin (this is also why I do not like pumpkin pie), kabocha squash curry from Thai restaurants, and of course, zucchini.
Unfortunately, wedding planning came around, and the dreaded countdown timer app on my phone told me I had 87 days to go until “THE BIG DAY.” And if I wanted a fighting chance to not look like an albino whale beaching itself, I needed to start eating healthier and working out.
With the warm spring weather, the working out part came first. I used to run all the time, but the first two runs (both around 1 mile) were the worst, not to mention completely demoralizing because it made me think back to the time a 7-mile run at a sub-9 minute/mile pace was a fairly regular ordeal for me. Still, I stuck with it, running almost daily. My favorite is running along the beach, on the sand, with Dog sprinting alongside barking at me to stop so I could play with him.
The harder part was going to be eating healthy. Before I became funemployed (by choice), I was working in a small town in the Peninsula, where there was a severe lack of healthy and inexpensive food options for lunch. Since my office didn’t have a microwave either, there was no way I could have brought food to heat up for lunch the next day. I tried to eat as healthy as I could, but nothing compared to the healthy-everything-organic mindset of San Francisco.
On my first day not working, I racked my brain for simple, healthy recipes I could whip up. My first inspiration came from Evolution Fresh, a juice shop/restaurant up the street. One of my favorite healthy meals is a bowl of different veggies and grains simmered in vegetable broth and spiced up with some harissa paste. The last time I was there, I decided to suck it up and order butternut squash as one of the items, just to mix it up. I was surprised to find that I actually sort of liked it (maybe like is a stretch – it’s more like I didn’t mind it as much as I thought I would), so I tried making my own bowl.
It’s pretty embarrassing when you go to the grocery store and not have any idea which squash is which kind, because it’s never been something you’ve purchased before. I didn’t know what butternut squash even looked like, and when I finally found one and brought it home, I had no idea how to cut it open (don’t ask me why I didn’t bother looking it up first). Thankfully, a bit of common sense, a sharp knife, and a grapefruit spoon helped me slice it apart, scoop out the pulp, and dice everything.
I used about half for my veggie bowl (which ended up lasting 4 meals), but I had no idea what to do with the other half. Can I make ice cream from this? What about zucchini/squash bread?
Deciding those options were too complicated, not to mention I didn’t have any eggs, I threw the remaining chunks into the microwave, nuked until they were fork-tender, and stuffed them into the Vitamix along with some unsweetened coconut milk. The results have seriously changed my mind about squash; I thought it was okay before, but I absolutely fell in love with this pureed soup.
By the way, the Vitamix is the single best thing that’s ever happened to me in the kitchen. Mine was a birthday gift from my dad almost two years ago; he asked what I wanted, I told him nothing, but he insisted on getting me something small. Since my $25 one from Target was on its last few spins, I told him I wanted a new blender. He ended up seeing the Vitamix at Costco, fell in love, and bought a bunch for the family, including me. At first I was hesitant to accept such an expensive present, but I’ve used mine almost every single day for the past year and a half, making everything from juice to smoothies to ice cream.
Long story short, I managed to overcome my hatred of squash with this awesome recipe.
Vegan chilled butternut squash soup
Ingredients (makes 1 serving if you really love soup/leftovers):
1 butternut squash, peeled and diced into 1-inch chunks with the pulp removed)
3 cups unsweetened coconut milk (you can probably use unsweetened almond milk as well)
Cinnamon to taste
Honey to taste
Place squash pieces in a microwaveable container and cook until fork-tender, about 5-6 minutes. Let it cool for a few minutes, then place in a blender, along with the coconut milk, a few shakes of cinnamon and a tablespoon or two of honey (depending on how sweet you like it). Blend until smooth, then press through a fine mesh strainer into a bowl. Cover with plastic wrap and chill for at least 2 hours. Enjoy!
I recently left my job to study for graduate school exams and refocus my mind for my upcoming wedding. This also left me with ample time to exercise, which is something I really wanted to do, but never could find much time while working since my office was quite a commute.
So we joined the local YMCA. Compared to many of the other SPX/spin/yoga studios, it’s really a steal; we used to pay $180/person for a spin/SPX-only studio, but now it’s $140 for both of us to work out and take unlimited classes and have access to tennis courts, a pool, and regular gym equipment. In addition, the Y is nicely maintained and just a 20-minute stroll away (or a 5-minute drive if I’m feeling extra lazy, hah).
I took my first class Sunday morning. It was a spin class, and it was probably the worst exercise class ever. Not challenging at all, terrible music, and an instructor with zero personality. This kind of set the bar for me; maybe, I mused, the spin studio was worth $180/month..
Monday morning rolls around. I checked the class schedule and saw a class called Bodyworks at 11:40 AM. Okay, let’s try that. I walked over to the gym, figuring I could probably take the class, hop on the elliptical for half an hour, and walk home for lunch. I arrived ten minutes early and found myself surrounded by a few women who were probably in their 70s.
Oh, this is probably going to be an easy class, I thought.
I should’ve picked up the clues that this was not going to be as easy as I imagined. The women were all chatting about their love for Breaking Bad. Kind of badass, to be honest. But I didn’t think much of it.
Second clue was that they were picking up 5-pound weights. I didn’t think much of that either, as 5 pounds seems pretty light, right?
Third clue was that the instructor was probably 100% muscle. Incredibly fit and toned.
So the class started. It was lunge after squat after lunge after squat. Then came the weights, and even 5 pounds felt too heavy for me. Let’s not even get started on how I was pretty sure the resistance bands were going to spring me forward into a crumpled heap. Oh, and in between all these sets of lunges and squats and weights, there were step-ups and jumping jacks.
I was sweating bullets 10 minutes into class. Halfway through, my legs started shaking during a squat. No, I cannot go one inch lower. By the end of class, I felt like a limp jelly noodle. And all of those 70-something women were peppy as ever, probably excited to go home and Netflix it up.
I couldn’t muster up the energy to go on the elliptical, so I trudged home and took Dog for a walk. It took all of my remaining strength to not lie down on the grass in the park.
Because we all know not to do that – that’s where the dogs pee.
I have to be completely honest here: I wish we could’ve just gone to City Hall by ourselves (or Vegas, for the fun of it) and gotten married quietly. Surprise, mom and dad, we got hitched!
But I am an only child, and my mother has dreamed about this day since I was born. So have I (well, it was more like high school), until I actually got engaged.
First of all, you really only read or think about the fun parts of wedding planning – finding pretty things on Pinterest, buying tons of glossy bridal magazines and clipping the pictures you absolutely love onto a frilly binder, going dress-shopping with your nearest and dearest 15 girlfriends and having that ‘OMG THIS IS IT’ moment. You might even consider becoming a wedding planner after you get married.
So, from the standpoint of a “absolutely zero DIY” bride, here are some tips that will hopefully make your engagement much easier.
1) Your ideal venue may be completely the opposite of what you actually choose. Keep an open mind when it comes to this; we were pretty set on an oceanfront/beach wedding, and we pretty much zoned in on one venue to visit (selected based on our budget, location, and the amenities they offered). We didn’t even want to consider going to see some wineries or other types of locations. At one point, I remember getting really annoyed with Pinterest because everyone had these beautiful rustic barn wedding ideas, and I wanted a preppy beach wedding, and I could use none of those pins. At the last minute, on a whim, we decided to visit a second location, more of a backup, but absolutely fell in love with it the second we saw it. And guess what our wedding will be? A rustic barn wedding. The beach venue we originally had in mind turned out to be a complete bust: flights of stairs leading to and from the ceremony and reception (no elevators!), more than one wedding going on at a time, etc.
2) You may not fall in love with the first dress you try on, or even the tenth. And it’s okay. Shows like Say Yes to the Dress are meant to create some hype and drama. I didn’t like the first twenty dresses I tried on (I wish I was exaggerating) from 3 different dress shops, and it wasn’t until I went to the last shop that I started liking a few dresses. Don’t be discouraged – I totally was. You might not have that “OMG TEARS EVERYWHERE” moment, but you definitely will have a good feeling about the dress you ultimately end up choosing.
3) Mother may actually know best. It was down to two dresses for me: a contemporary one, and a romantic one. I was 95% sure I was going to buy the contemporary one, because it was the first one I really liked on Pinterest, and I thought it looked great. My mother, though she insisted, “choose whichever one you like, since it’s your dress,” said the romantic one was much better in terms of quality, looks, and photographability. So I ended up with the romantic dress and zero regrets. Actually, I saw the contemporary dress a few months later, in the window of another shop, and all I saw were the flaws of the dress and was so grateful that I didn’t buy that one.
4) Get everything done ASAP. This means hiring the photographer, makeup/hair person, bakery, DJ, and florist. A few reasons for this: they get booked up very quickly, and if something doesn’t pan out the way you want, you have time for plan B without having to scramble. I had my heart set on one florist, but when weeks passed without them returning my email or phone call, I ended up choosing a different florist, whose designs (and great personality) we absolutely LOVE. Plus, getting the big things out of the way will give you plenty of time to focus on the small, annoying details.
5) It’s okay to crowd-source. We couldn’t decide on a first-dance song. Should we hire a videographer? Do we need to print wedding programs? No idea. So we put it to our friends on Facebook.
6) Order your invitations early. Our save-the-dates were ordered from minted.com, but though the digital proof looked fine, we were not fans of the paper or the color quality (oversaturated maybe?). So when it came time to order our invitations, I wised up and ordered the minimum quantity of the invitation we wanted. When they arrived, I was able to see them in my hands, in regular daylight, and make the tweaks I wanted from there. (Hint: minted.com always has some sort of coupon, so make sure you troll the interwebs for a discount code. Try retailmenot.com)
7) Cake tasting is harder than it looks. You’ll love almost every flavor, trust me. After you decide on the flavor, you have to decide on the way it looks. Unless you have complete authority over this, your soon-to-be hubby, mother, father, or friend will, without a doubt, have a different opinion on the way it should look.
8) Pinteresting is fun, purchasing is not. The problem with Pinterest is that there are too many good ideas. At some point, you have to choose between pink-gradient pom poms and coral-turquoise-lemonade pom poms. These decisions are by far the hardest ones, because they’re these tiny little details that you really don’t care that much about, but they will live on forever in your wedding photos.
9) Speaking of little details, there are a zillion. Where is everyone getting their nails done? How is everyone getting to the venue? Do we need to invite this person’s boyfriend of 2 months, or do we think he’s a douchebag and he should be excluded? Good luck.
10) Bridesmaid dresses: get them done ASAP. They give you a sizing chart when you order, and your bridesmaid might actually try one on in her size and order it, but when it arrives after a few months, the sizing was way off and it’s way too small. True story. If this is actually a manufacturer error, you’ll have time for them to send you new dresses. Otherwise, you have to keep your fingers crossed that the seamstress can work magic, especially if the dress is too small.
11) Set a budget for yourself. Even if your parents are paying for the wedding, you’ll no doubt be spending money of your own on miscellaneous things: accessories, gifts for the bridesmaids, etc. It’s really easy to see something cute and get carried away.
12) Ask your photographer for the timeline early. You may have your own expectations and ideas for how the wedding day will go, but the photog is the one who’s really going to be directing the day, especially the events leading up to the ceremony. This will give you a better picture of what you can and can’t do, that way you don’t plan on hanging out at the beach in the morning, then having a leisurely lunch before heading to the venue; your photographer may need everyone prettied up and dressed by noon for the start of the photos. This way, you can also coordinate with your hair/makeup artist to see when they realistically think they need to be there to get all the girls done by the time photos start.
13) Menu tasting is really the best part. You get to sample food. What could be better?
14) The last, but most important one: choose your battles wisely. I almost flipped out when I told my mom “NO CHILDREN” and she invited her coworker’s 7-year-old son, insisting that he was her godson (really, I almost died at this point). She was adamant, and so was I, and my poor hubby was stuck in the middle (she emailed him to ask if he could convince me otherwise). In the end, it just wasn’t worth it, so I sucked in my pride and let my mother have her way. No bad feelings, no grudges held.