I went for a walk today and noticed how many people have potted flowers on their porches. I tried to deduct certain things about the inhabitants by their choices of flowers, pots, and placement. Some were simple and elegant, others were elaborate and formal. All were sweet ways of welcoming visitors.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
I got a surprising amount of requests for my granola recipe yesterday, so I thought I might share. My idea of granola is to look in the pantry and see what I have on hand. Change up the nuts, fruits, and flavorings as you wish, or use what’s available. The oat base stays the same. Once you pick up the spirit of experimentation, and keep volumes the same, you’ll notice how many directions you can take granola. So, get creative!
3 cups old-fashioned rolled oats (not quick-cooking)
1 cup raw hazelnuts, or slivered almonds or sunflower seeds
1/4 cup unsalted butter, room temperature (could be replaced with vegetable oil or peanut butter)
1/3 cup packed dark-brown sugar (or maple syrup, or honey, or any flavor of preserves)
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon coarse salt
4 teaspoons instant coffee (optional)
1 cup coconut flakes (optional)
1 cup dried raspberries (or dried cranberries, or dried blueberries) (optional)
Preheat oven to 300 degrees. In a large bowl, combine all dry ingredients. Mix them well with your hands. Add moist ingredients and continue to mix with your hands until all ingredients are well combined. Transfer to a baking sheet and spread in an even layer. Bake until oats are lightly golden, 25 to 35 minutes. Let cool completely on sheet on a wire rack, 20 minutes.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
I start a new job on Tuesday, which is to say it’s a freelance gig, but I am so excited nonetheless. Some of you may know that I’ve been out of work for north of six months. A lot can happen in six months. An unbelieveable lot. When you are working full-time, sometimes the idea of being unemployed even for a short time takes on a rosy, sort of romantic glow. It seems delicious, doesn’t it? But no, it isn’t what you imagine. I did not once, contrary to one thoughtless question, spend my days eating bon bons and watching soap operas. I worked full-time, and then some, at networking and finding a new place to hang my hat. I went to the gym almost daily where I learned that Regina Spektor’s complex song ‘All The Rowboats’ deftly synchronized the movements of everyone in the gym, from people on ellipticals and bikes as well as weight-lifters. When you are a designer, you impose patterns where they are not always evident. I went to my ballet and modern dance classes, where I made progress, and made friends. I became a human rolodex, having coffee, lunch, dinner and wine with acquaintances and strangers alike, listening and sharing bits of myself, and gaining a little from each person I met. I went to networking events at 7:00am and at 9:00pm. I wore nametags, and shook hands with authors as well as young women in high school. I memorized my elevator speech better than Prospero’s final speech in The Tempest, which I had to learn in high school English class. I weeded my closet. I weeded my closet again. I helped a friend conceptualize a bridal show. I renewed and nurtured a friendship with an old colleague who was also recently displaced. I hung a painting in a gallery, with their permission no less. I interviewed for jobs I did not want just for the experience of interviewing. I built an online portfolio. And then another. I participated in a hundred webinars, on networking, resumes, professional marketing plans, and interviewing. I learned who my friends are. I do not mean that as a sideways slur against anyone who might not be a friend. I got more encouragement and support than I deserve, and people came out of the woodwork to introduce me to someone who might be helpful to know. Friends went on walks with me, and took me out for pizza and beer and let me ramble. I sent more ‘thank you’ chocolate through the US Postal Service than any non-commercial enterprise in US history. I ran in the Komen Race for the Cure for the first time (Thank you Stephanie and Team Perez!), after working at the event for several years. (Okay, “ran” is a misleading, but I gave it an honest go.) There were small miracles around every corner, opportunities for me to grow and to learn humility. I learned that, while I love what I do, my job alone does not define me. I have green eyes, a quirky sense of humor, and can make a meaner granola than the gal who works at the health food store. I like lavender, chocolate and singing in the car. Orange is currently my favorite color. And I can do hard things. These are the things that define me.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
This poem fragment from Li-Young Lee pretty much sums up our adventure;
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Have you ever visited Yellow Springs, Ohio? If you haven't, you should do so. Right now. The town itself is packed with charm. There are numerous cafes, book shops and galleries. Spending a day strolling around the brick buildings and stopping when the spirit strikes, and sipping iced coffee at an outdoor table seems a perfect Spring day, in a lazy, non-committal way. Stop at a healthfood store and buy crystallized ginger to snack on. It's also worth hiking through John Bryant State Park (Clifton Gorge). The hike will do you some good.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
I met someone pretty special this morning. Her name is Sweetpea. She's shy, though talkative. She is delicate, though she has enormous green eyes. She is curious and inquisitive. And she's looking for a home. She has been spayed, de-wormed, had her rabies shot, and is being fed both wet and dry food twice a day with her multivitamin.
She does not have fleas and her coat is healthy, and she still has her claws. She will crawl into your lap and fall asleep there, but she is still a bit skittish. I'm sure with continued love, from someone who can give her attention, her personality will blossom.
She is such a sweet kitty. Won't you take her in? Please leave me a message here or on my FB profile if you have room in your heart and home for her.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
I had the pleasure of doing a shoot at The Explorer's Club recently. Having been there before, I knew I was in for a real treat. This restaurant is really quite special. They give you a passport and each month is dedicated to a different country's cuisine. You visit, and get your passport stamped. While February is France, some Wednesday nights are Hungarian night because they sponsor a local Hungarian social club. As Chef Dan has Hungarian roots, the menu is peppered with specialties like veal paprikash and cabbage rolls. And you have to love a place where the chef visits with the patrons to talk passionately about his creations. If you happen to live in Columbus, or plan on visiting soon, go make a visit. For brunch, or lunch, or dinner. Just go, okay?
Saturday, January 26, 2013
I recently got an iPhone and, while the easy connectivity is a bonus, I've always been a little sceptical about Instagram. I'm happy to take pictures with anything ... but no knowledge of ISO settings and f-stops? And it's not like iPhones are going to displace DSLR cameras, right? Well, mostly right. You can't zoom with Instagram, and even if the post-processing effects (with names like Toaster and Willow) are really cool, there are limits to what you can do to a shot. But it's really hard to take a bad picture, so I'm hooked. If you want to see more, and follow me, please go here. While you're there, say hi, and show me some of your own stuff, okay?