I'm ashamed...I broke my deadline. When I first began writing I made a pact with myself to post once a week, typically Tuesdays, but I succumbed to the holidays over the past two weeks. And I don't regret that! I love Christmas time at home. Lots of dark chocolate, pumpkin bread, and brunch. It's certainly not my most healthy time of year but you can't celebrate a plump, rosy-nosed man visiting all the houses in the WORLD in one night without indulging in some treats. I do miss the days of Santa. I'll always remember the moment the truth came crashing down on me. My sister and her friend told me Santa wasn't real but I refused to believe it. Instead, my friend Lindsay and I deduced a plan to compare Santa's handwritten letters in response to those we left for him on Christmas Eve. The ending of this story won't be much of a shock: the handwriting wasn't the same. The world as we knew it was ruined. Who doesn't want to believe a stranger falls down our chimneys one night a year?
On Saturday, I attended my five-year high school reunion. So many fun and interesting people to catch up/cut a rug with. My dear friend and biggest blog fan Mara, gave me the idea of a "five-year reflection" piece. She's brilliant. It aligns perfectly. So I'm sitting here thinking back to 2009. I had spent two weeks in Panama that summer after graduating high school, sleeping in hammocks in bamboo huts among the Kuna tribe, camping on a deserted island, and weathering a tropical storm. When August rolled around and I had to say goodbye to my favorite people I grew up with, I felt this fear that I hadn't experienced before. I had lived a very comfortable, happy life in Concord through my childhood and adolescence. Then suddenly there is this huge switch you're expected to slide right into. I was miserable for the 12-hour drive to Virginia and spent the first night in my dorm room crying and pleading for my parents to turn around and pick me up. By the end of the week, I didn't ever want to go home.
By this time five years ago, I had finished my first semester of college and spent New Year's Eve talking about Spring rush and getting so excited to join a sorority. As a freshman, everything is so enticing and overwhelming. As I continued to adjust to the college setting, I realized I felt more grounded as an independent than a member of a sorority. Ironically enough, every single one of my friends joined a sorority and I was left to my own devices. But guess what? It all worked out. I remained in strong friendships with them and also grew to find solace in the time I had to myself to focus on the work I felt passionately about. Although that didn't start until Sophomore year.
Summer after freshman year I'm pretty sure I wasted away laying in my backyard ruining my skin for my future self. Then we officially moved out of my childhood home...to a rental one street over. I visited my boyfriend's family in Pennsylvania for the first time. Went in for the handshake with his grandfather while he went in for the hug and was called a Menonite. Trey also visited my family that summer for the first time, walking in the house to meet my mother while I walked out of the bathroom in a towel, most likely embarassing all parties. Spent Fourth of July on Cape Cod with my friends Sophie and Ida. I essentially experienced my last summer with zero responsibilities.
I won't delve into the details of each passing year, but reflecting on them puts into perspective just how much has changed in a short period of time. Or maybe five years is a long period of time, depends how you look at it. The changes that come about in the next five years will be even crazier. And then I'll find myself back in Boston for our 10-year high school reunion, but I don't have a clue as to where I'll be or what I'll be doing. So cheers to 2014 passing and to a promising 2015!
Also, I've seen two shooting stars in the past week so I'd like to think that's a good sign.
12/31/14
12/16/14
Exploring Small Corners
Under two weeks in Columbus and we're back on the road. This time I had a slightly different perspective on I-70 and I-76: the luxurious passenger's seat. Bum warmer and all. The beginning of the Winter season is funny - in one part of the state you'll find everything covered in snow while another part still claims fields of greenery. During a quick pass through West Virginia, we came across a Subway drive-thru. Somehow during the 13-hour drive back and forth from school in Virginia to Boston, I've never encountered such a destination. I don't know why my mind was blown. But apparently West Virginians are strong supporters as the line was nearly eight cars deep. I love that we think there isn't even enough time to park our cars and walk inside for a sandwich. At Subway we promote healthy sandwiches, weight loss, and sedentary lifestyles! But I digress.
I did leave Charm City feeling, well, charmed. I look forward to coming back for a more extended visit. More so in the past year I've heard a lot of people (or read in magazines) talk about how much U.S. residents overlook travel within the U.S. There is the coveted Eurotrip that so many college grads embark on, or the Caribbean island paradise whose crystal waters we dream about. Of course, both are worth visiting, but there is something to be said about exploring the other 49 states. When we think of culture, we automatically jump across oceans. But culture varies town by town just within one state. The possibilities across the country are endless. Some day I will find my way to the Mediterranean, but I'm also just as excited to hit the West Coast and move from sunny California beaches, to the Redwood Forest, to the foodie city of Portland, to rainy Seattle. That trip is in my plan for 2015. I don't know exactly how or when, but I'm craving it.
Until then, I will continue getting to know my new city here in Columbus. What is less than shocking, is my bucket list filled with cafes, restaurants, and brunch spots I'm dying to try. Crave Magazine is essentially their way to a food lover's heart, and Edible Columbus is the way into their soul. When I'm not reading about the best local spots, I'm searching for jobs connected in any way to food. Sometimes I wonder if I'm crazy for caring about food as much as I do. Or wondering why I HAVE to work with food or else I almost feel bored. I've slowly started to figure it out.
I spent five hours working at the Mid-Ohio Food Bank today, assisting families with their "shopping". It was fantastically interesting to someone with a sociology/anthropology background. With all the volunteer jobs I've experienced, this was the first where I was actually interacting with and leading the individuals being helped. Whether it's been harvesting produce from the ground or packing boxes to be donated, I've never had the opportunity to talk to the recipients. You might be struck by an individual's appearance in one way or another, or wonder what their history is, or why they need grociers from a food bank. There was a woman probably in her 30's wearing scrubs, who I can only guess had just come from work. I found myself wondering so many things about her life. I worked with a family shopping for five, and the teenagers were glued to their iPhones and Beats by Dre headphones. I will absolutely never make an assumption about the "type" of person in any kind of need, but these small details do get me thinking about people's lifestyles.
There are too many personalities and ways of life to ever fully understand the world. But maybe it's less about understanding it and more about living in it.
Somewhere in the middle of our Serial podcast marathon (check it out, especially captivating for a long drive) I dozed off and woke up to what felt like a different part of the country. We had left the blue skies of Columbus and entered into a hazy, wintery mix somewhere along the expanse of Pennsylvania.
In need of a second dose of caffeine, we stopped at what I can only imagine to be the most quaint rest stop in the Eastern U.S. Maybe I can't make that sweeping statement, but how precious is this?! South Midway, in case you ever happen to be in that area.
The long stretch of drive eventually led us to Charm City. I had never spent time in downtown Baltimore, so I realized the travel requirements for Trey's work schedule might actually be benefitting me. After dropping him off at what felt like camp, I took myself on a bit of a walking tour. Mind you, the Waterfront is no less beautiful than in the summer but that wind is definitely not the romantic breeze you get in June. You would think - or I would hope - that growing up through New England winters would equip me with tough skin, but sadly I have the tolerance of a Floridian in 60-degree weather. It didn't matter today, though. There is something almost majestic about exploring an unfamiliar area with absolutely no itinerary, no map, just the will to keep walking. While waiting to cross the street, I smiled at an older woman who in turn struck up conversation. We proceeded across the street and walked and talked for the next five minutes. You can learn a lot about a person in that time. Edna is a 72-year-old retired special education teacher who lives on the East side of the city and enjoys her retirement by taking walks around the Waterfront and visiting "the best spot in town" for lunch. She retired earlier than planned, but was exhausted and ultimately grateful for her fully functional body to move about and take in her city. Lots of kindness out there. You don't have to look too hard.
I was only in Baltimore for about two hours but it felt like vacation. Technically it was. Vacation doesn't need to be measured in days or weeks or tropical islands, but rather any moment you can steal away from your every-day routine. And look where it took me - cobblestone streets! One of my absolute favorite things. You just don't see them in many places anymore and they add such wonderful character.
I was only in Baltimore for about two hours but it felt like vacation. Technically it was. Vacation doesn't need to be measured in days or weeks or tropical islands, but rather any moment you can steal away from your every-day routine. And look where it took me - cobblestone streets! One of my absolute favorite things. You just don't see them in many places anymore and they add such wonderful character.
I did leave Charm City feeling, well, charmed. I look forward to coming back for a more extended visit. More so in the past year I've heard a lot of people (or read in magazines) talk about how much U.S. residents overlook travel within the U.S. There is the coveted Eurotrip that so many college grads embark on, or the Caribbean island paradise whose crystal waters we dream about. Of course, both are worth visiting, but there is something to be said about exploring the other 49 states. When we think of culture, we automatically jump across oceans. But culture varies town by town just within one state. The possibilities across the country are endless. Some day I will find my way to the Mediterranean, but I'm also just as excited to hit the West Coast and move from sunny California beaches, to the Redwood Forest, to the foodie city of Portland, to rainy Seattle. That trip is in my plan for 2015. I don't know exactly how or when, but I'm craving it.
Until then, I will continue getting to know my new city here in Columbus. What is less than shocking, is my bucket list filled with cafes, restaurants, and brunch spots I'm dying to try. Crave Magazine is essentially their way to a food lover's heart, and Edible Columbus is the way into their soul. When I'm not reading about the best local spots, I'm searching for jobs connected in any way to food. Sometimes I wonder if I'm crazy for caring about food as much as I do. Or wondering why I HAVE to work with food or else I almost feel bored. I've slowly started to figure it out.
I spent five hours working at the Mid-Ohio Food Bank today, assisting families with their "shopping". It was fantastically interesting to someone with a sociology/anthropology background. With all the volunteer jobs I've experienced, this was the first where I was actually interacting with and leading the individuals being helped. Whether it's been harvesting produce from the ground or packing boxes to be donated, I've never had the opportunity to talk to the recipients. You might be struck by an individual's appearance in one way or another, or wonder what their history is, or why they need grociers from a food bank. There was a woman probably in her 30's wearing scrubs, who I can only guess had just come from work. I found myself wondering so many things about her life. I worked with a family shopping for five, and the teenagers were glued to their iPhones and Beats by Dre headphones. I will absolutely never make an assumption about the "type" of person in any kind of need, but these small details do get me thinking about people's lifestyles.
There are too many personalities and ways of life to ever fully understand the world. But maybe it's less about understanding it and more about living in it.
12/9/14
Soup is so Underrated
I've been selfish lately...cooking so many delicious meals and not sharing them! Well, technically I shared one of them as part of our Thanksgiving meal. And since that brings us back a couple of weeks, we'll start there. I wish I could say I created this recipe in my own mind, but I can't take credit. What I CAN do is tell you it's the best soup I've ever cooked.
Squash. Coconut. Ginger. It's all too exciting.
Butternut Squash Soup
Recipe adapated from Half Baked Harvest
Ingredients
- 2-3 lb. Butternut Squash, peeled and chopped up
- Coconut Oil or Olive Oil
- 1 Red Bell Pepper, washed and chopped
- 2 Cloves Garlic, minced
- 1 tsp. Curry, Smoked Paprika, Cinnamon, Nutmeg, Chili Powder, Salt
- 1/2 tsp. Cumin
- 1 14 oz. can Coconut Milk (If you want a "light" version, buy 1 can of full fat and add water to double your money's worth. But we do need fat. Fat is good.)
- 2 Cups Vegetable Broth
- Goat cheese if you want! The original recipe suggests 4 oz. but I only had a smidgen of what was left from my cheese plate the night before - more goat cheese the merrier
Coconut Ginger Cream
- 1/2 Cup Coconut Milk (perfect way to use the rest of your single full fat can if you watered it down to increase volume)
- 2 Tbsp. Freshly Grated Ginger (I keep ginger in the freezer so it's super easy to peel and grate)
Instructions
Heat oil over medium heat in large pot, adding red pepper and minced garlic to cook for 3 minutes. Throw in your squash and beautiful array of spices, stirring and cooking for about 5 minutes. Next, add the coconut milk and broth, bringing everything to a boil, then cover and simmer the concoction for 25 minutes.
CRUCIAL step: mix your other serving of coconut milk and ginger together and pop in the fridge. The ginger cream is just brilliant and the entire point of the soup, in my opinion.
Simply add your preferred amount of goat cheese to the pot as the soup finishes cooking, and blend in batches with either a food processor or blender. Serve the soup hot with the chilled coconut ginger cream drizzled in each cup.
While we're drooling over coconut milk....keep an eye out for the next savory post for a different take on the wholesome spicy & creamy combo!
12/4/14
A Small Life Note
Money. Success. Failure. It all comes and goes. We're all searching for our next triumph or simply a place to begin. If we spend too much time dwelling on these facts of life, they have a way of controlling our thoughts and attitudes. I've always tried to tell myself that money doesn't matter. The reality is, it does matter; But it's the extent to which we let it matter that is most crucial. The greatest challenge is to find the balance that allows you to pursue what you feel passionately about while still exercising control over the factors that create stability. Some people are lucky enough to find their success, passion, and stability in the same place, while others might struggle to find the passion in their success or to elicit success from their passion. We all fall into different categories. I, for one, am still trying to fuse everything together.
I can't award myself too many wisdom points yet, but I certainly know a few things to be true.
Surround yourself with people that bring positivity into your life, that challenge you to see beyond the threat of an obstacle, and make life a little less serious. When I initially began working in a restaurant after completing my undergrad, I told myself it would simply be a source of income while I searched for that "real job". And there's my first problem. I ran into a neighbor from my hometown who had the audacity to ask how my parents felt about me not having a "real job". I'm putting "real job" in quotes because who gets to define what a real job is? Is there one master checklist that must be completed to qualify? We need to stop talking to college students about this supposed "real world" where everyone needs a "real job". Turns out it's actually a bit condescending.
I may not have been in a $60,000/year position, but once I stopped beating myself up for not yet figuring out life, I found so much joy from the people I was spending my days with. And this can't be something I'm just tellng myself because I undeniably sobbed all over our chefs on my last day. Make genuine connections. You'll be better for it.
I can't award myself too many wisdom points yet, but I certainly know a few things to be true.
Surround yourself with people that bring positivity into your life, that challenge you to see beyond the threat of an obstacle, and make life a little less serious. When I initially began working in a restaurant after completing my undergrad, I told myself it would simply be a source of income while I searched for that "real job". And there's my first problem. I ran into a neighbor from my hometown who had the audacity to ask how my parents felt about me not having a "real job". I'm putting "real job" in quotes because who gets to define what a real job is? Is there one master checklist that must be completed to qualify? We need to stop talking to college students about this supposed "real world" where everyone needs a "real job". Turns out it's actually a bit condescending.
I may not have been in a $60,000/year position, but once I stopped beating myself up for not yet figuring out life, I found so much joy from the people I was spending my days with. And this can't be something I'm just tellng myself because I undeniably sobbed all over our chefs on my last day. Make genuine connections. You'll be better for it.
12/2/14
The Mid-West?
This year's post-Thanksgiving weekend didn't involve lazy hours on the couch watching Friends marathons. As quickly as I embraced actual friends home visiting for the holiday, I was hugging them goodbye "until next time". Between Saturday morning and Sunday evening, I spent an intimate 16 hours in Subaru Susan from Concord, MA to Lancaster, PA and finally to Columbus, OH.
The first hour of my drive out of Massachusetts was bittersweet as I passed by the snow-covered apple orchards that, much like the couple on the night before Christmas, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. I knew it would be a long journey ahead, so of course I prepared by organizing my music and downloading audiobooks, only to find an hour in that my 2003 Subaru's cassette player (yes, they exist) was broken and therefore my entire entertainment plan was garbage. While laughing to suppress tears, I discovered my circle scarf would do more than keep me cozy. For the duration of the trip, my iPhone was nestled into the nook of my scarf just close enough to my ears that my singing remained in tune and the whooshing noises from my car cruising above 50 mph fell to the background.
Fun Fact: All gas stations and rest stops are currently selling packages of 2 half-pound Reeses cups to promote Diabetes this holiday season. York Peppermint Patties are also participating.
Let me tell you, the drive from Massachusetts to Pennsylvania is much more interesting than the drive from Pennsylvania to Ohio. If I was driving by myself PA → OH I probably would have turned around. You're basically on the same stretch of highway the entire 400 miles. Good news is gas costs .30 cents less than Boston at $2.63!
Trey and I didn't actually get our apartment keys until Monday morning. While waiting for our keys to be copied, we toured ourselves around the "clubhouse". Here, you'll find a small private movie theater, a lounge room, as well as a small gym. An apartment with access to these amenities in Boston would easily be double the price, it's so silly what you get away with over here. But the extras are just icing on the cake - our apartment is so great! There's so much space! And the best part is the built-in e-center attached to the kitchen area which I have dubbed "The Blog Desk".
We're still missing a couch and any kind of lighting in the living room and bedroom areas but I don't even mind it right now. Oh and a bed. So last night we had a bit of an indoor camping situation as shown below. The idea is fun, the floor is hard.
We're still missing a couch and any kind of lighting in the living room and bedroom areas but I don't even mind it right now. Oh and a bed. So last night we had a bit of an indoor camping situation as shown below. The idea is fun, the floor is hard.
The settling in to the apartment itself hasn't been very difficult; In fact, I find myself feeling much more comfortable in this new home than I ever expected. Then again, I haven't started to venture much outside the apartment yet so I should bite my tongue. I have, however, gone out for a large grocery run at Kroger, where I made a new friend. Meat Man Michael, I like to call him. His name is Michael and he works in the meat department. I had been told by multiple people that everyone in this area is super friendly, but it wasn't until MMM shared the story about his wife's endomitriosis issues when trying to conceive children that I understood what they were talking about. Michael explained that they offer free food and wine tastings on Monday nights. A new tradition might be starting next week.
Although the acquisition of a paycheck is time-sensitive, I'm certainly pacing myself. I really think it's for my own good. The job search will commence tomorrow, however much of a success or failure it might be. This week has completely messed with my internal clock and energy levels, but it's time to get back on track into some version of a routine. Early to rise, early to -- ? I'll be slowly figuring it all out and filling in the blanks over these next couple of weeks.
Missing the New England charm and all of my friends back home. Cheers to Christmas time in Boston! Without further adieu and without wishing away time...
Although the acquisition of a paycheck is time-sensitive, I'm certainly pacing myself. I really think it's for my own good. The job search will commence tomorrow, however much of a success or failure it might be. This week has completely messed with my internal clock and energy levels, but it's time to get back on track into some version of a routine. Early to rise, early to -- ? I'll be slowly figuring it all out and filling in the blanks over these next couple of weeks.
Missing the New England charm and all of my friends back home. Cheers to Christmas time in Boston! Without further adieu and without wishing away time...
11/22/14
Hearty Lunch
Today is packing day! I officially move in one week and am finally realizing my small time frame. About a month ago I outlined a master list to help me in this exact moment of procrastination. Before jumping into this potentially stressful afternoon, I cooked up a hearty lunch that's definitely worth sharing.
Autumn Bowl
I rarely eat salad. I find there are so many more interesting and tasty ways to incorporate veggies into your diet. I can guarantee you will never find me ordering a garden or Caesar salad from a restaurant - it's a complete waste of money. If you're craving a green & leafy base to your meal, give this recipe a shot. It's a perfect combination of protein and fiber goodness to fill up with.
- 1 Cup Spinach (or your preferred greens)
- 2 Eggs
- 3/4 Cup Butternut Squash, peeled and cubed
- 1/4 Cup Walnuts
- 1 Tbsp. Pesto (I use Buitoni with Parmesan)
- Salt & Pepper
Dressing
- 1 Tbsp. Olive Oil
- 2 Tsp. Balsamic Vinegar
- 1 Tsp. Dijon Mustard
- Dash of Maple Syrup
First, preheat the oven to 400 degrees. While it's heating up, peel and cube the butternut squash. I recommend using the whole squash so you can have leftovers that are ready to add to whatever recipe you'd like. I only had half of a squash to work with, so adjust the oil, salt, and pepper accordingly. I tossed it with about 1 Tbsp. Olive Oil as well as salt and pepper. If you have a favorite spice you want to add in go right ahead. Spread the cubed squash out on a baking sheet and pop in the oven for 25 minutes.
While the squash cooks, heat up a frying pan with a dab of butter over medium heat. As the pan heats up, whisk together the ingredients for the dressing and toss the spinach to cover. Come back to the frying pan and crack the 2 eggs into the pan. Allow to cook about 60 seconds then flip each one over for 60 seconds on the other side. I prefer to continue flipping my eggs back and forth a couple of times to cook the yolk through to avoid it running. If you prefer a runny yolk, you'll be all set with the once-over.
Transfer the eggs onto the bed of spinach, add the Tbsp. of pesto and 1/4 cup walnuts. The squash should be fork-tender at this point, so check the oven and pull the baking sheet out when ready. Simply scoop 1/2-3/4 cup squash into your bowl of spinach, eggs, walnuts, and pesto and your meal is complete!
Happy Weekend, Everyone!
11/19/14
An Active Lifestyle: How Do You Measure Yours?
Am I the only one a little overwhelmed and frustrated by our need to calculate, monitor, and over-analyze every aspect of our lives? This question is a bit ironic coming from someone who can't help but over-think the small things BUT here I am referring to the ever-evolving technology we've permanently attached to our hips. I'm speaking in reaction to the most recent TIME Magazine article titled "Data Mine".
I already hated the idea of the Apple Watch. I don't negate the technology that allows the watch to connect to satellite GPS anywhere in the world - that's fantastic and rather useful. What I find comical is the Apple website claiming their end-game is about "making a genuine connection" with others. Apparently our iPhones don't already allow us to make contact with our people. On top of the various notifications from our smart phones, we should be equipping ourselves with a watch that will literally nudge us to reiterate the importance of checking those many emails and text messages. But I digress.
The TIME article discusses the future of our personal health. Just in the past few months I've noticed the increased use of FitBit bracelets, allowing us to keep track of our every step and caloric burning. The FitBit nation means business. I even received a phone call from a guest at the restaurant where I worked, asking if his FitBit had turned up anywhere and for me to triple check the premises. This "movement" has actually been given a name: the quantified self. I am not mocking those who rely on these types of devices, but rather asking for some insight. We're well aware of our need to stay active. Why rely on personal tracking devices? Is it to beat PRs? As a means of reassurance?
A sense of community has been created in the fitness world nowadays. My favorite Instagram accounts are active women that focus on mind-body connection as well as connection with others. These include "Yoga Girl" Rachel Brathen and Lacey Calvert, co-founder of the Girl Get Outside movement. In all of their posts and videos, nowhere do you find precise numerical measurements of their activity. Instead, you find a source of motivation. My point is that we shouldn't be obsessing over each step, every calorie consumed. I understand the sense of accomplishment that comes from being able to read the measurement of activity, but I wish we could stray from that. I prefer to focus on physical activity as a form of stress relief, to focus on the sense of accomplishment from conquering a new type of workout, or the rush of endorphins from walking into a warm room after a run in the winter weather. If we take the emotion out of exercise, we lose the entire purpose. Similarly, if we increasingly welcome technology to join every second of our daily lives, we might begin to lose ourselves.
I do love technology. I find it very important for certain tasks and I do carry my iPhone with me for most of the day. But there is a difference between using, relying and obsessing.
I already hated the idea of the Apple Watch. I don't negate the technology that allows the watch to connect to satellite GPS anywhere in the world - that's fantastic and rather useful. What I find comical is the Apple website claiming their end-game is about "making a genuine connection" with others. Apparently our iPhones don't already allow us to make contact with our people. On top of the various notifications from our smart phones, we should be equipping ourselves with a watch that will literally nudge us to reiterate the importance of checking those many emails and text messages. But I digress.
The TIME article discusses the future of our personal health. Just in the past few months I've noticed the increased use of FitBit bracelets, allowing us to keep track of our every step and caloric burning. The FitBit nation means business. I even received a phone call from a guest at the restaurant where I worked, asking if his FitBit had turned up anywhere and for me to triple check the premises. This "movement" has actually been given a name: the quantified self. I am not mocking those who rely on these types of devices, but rather asking for some insight. We're well aware of our need to stay active. Why rely on personal tracking devices? Is it to beat PRs? As a means of reassurance?
Photo: Rachel Brathen Yoga Teaching
A sense of community has been created in the fitness world nowadays. My favorite Instagram accounts are active women that focus on mind-body connection as well as connection with others. These include "Yoga Girl" Rachel Brathen and Lacey Calvert, co-founder of the Girl Get Outside movement. In all of their posts and videos, nowhere do you find precise numerical measurements of their activity. Instead, you find a source of motivation. My point is that we shouldn't be obsessing over each step, every calorie consumed. I understand the sense of accomplishment that comes from being able to read the measurement of activity, but I wish we could stray from that. I prefer to focus on physical activity as a form of stress relief, to focus on the sense of accomplishment from conquering a new type of workout, or the rush of endorphins from walking into a warm room after a run in the winter weather. If we take the emotion out of exercise, we lose the entire purpose. Similarly, if we increasingly welcome technology to join every second of our daily lives, we might begin to lose ourselves.
I do love technology. I find it very important for certain tasks and I do carry my iPhone with me for most of the day. But there is a difference between using, relying and obsessing.
11/11/14
The Transcendent Woman
I’ve never been fond of feminist rants, nor have I spent a whole lot of time pondering the various gender inequities in our world today. I didn’t choose a gender studies concentration during my undergraduate; Instead, I chose an Anthropology concentration to study culture as a whole. This topic may seem a bit removed from my writing so far but I felt strongly inclined to share, as well as recommend, a documentary series from PBS called The Makers: Women Who Make America. The documentary consists of nine episodes covering women in politics, business, war, space, Hollywood, and comedy, all of which I plan to watch.
I stumbled upon the Hollywood episode one night and found myself literally pausing the program to take note of topics discussed and quotes from interviews with female producers, directors and creators in both television and film. I was almost surprised at how captivated I was. I’d like to think it’s because I analyze and appreciate the work itself, rather than focus instead on whether a female or male is responsible. I realize now how naïve that is. But isn’t that exactly what the case should be?
I've definitely forgotten how recently females transcended the gender divide. Positions behind the camera were few and far between for females until the women’s movement during the 1960’s and 1970’s. As a result, “most female characters fell into classic archetypes: the good girl, the girl next door, the fallen woman, the virgin, and the whore” (PBS). The iconic Jane Fonda recounts being told that “good girls weren’t ambitious”, so her acting followed suit. This pattern was broken in 1968 when actress Marlo Thomas starred in ‘That Girl’, the first show that centered around an all American working woman living on her own. Females only truly became eligible for all types of characters in the past 30 years.
I was shocked to hear the resistance females in the producing world have still faced in the past decade. The creator of Grey’s Anatomy, Shonda Rhimes, speaks about her meeting with ABC discussing the pilot episode. She and her producing partner were told by a room full of men “that nobody was going to want to watch a show about a woman who had sex with a guy she just met the night before her first day of work…That kind of woman was not somebody that any woman in America was going to know, that was not a nice person, that was disgusting, and that we had made a mistake” (Rhimes). Unfortunately, we still live in a world where some men feel the need to control women’s defining qualities. I say that more so in response to specific evidence, certainly not as a blanket statement.
We've definitely seen a significant shift in female power in Hollywood, exemplified by the bold openness of producer and actress Lena Dunham. She has certainly faced scrutiny for her frequent nudity and disregard for censorship. I think most of us applaud her and find her daring work on the edge of revolutionary. She views her work "on some level to be a reaction to the way sexuality has been fed to [her] at [her] age...but [she's] not coming at it from a perspective of wanting to elicit any shock reactions, [she's] just wanting to express honestly what [she's] seen and felt" (Dunham), and for that I celebrate her.
I want to leave this topic on an odd reference. Most everyone knows of the rather brash comedian Sarah Silverman. I personally am not a huge fan of her humor, but there was, for me, a silencing moment in the middle of her standup in which she said, “we need to stop telling little girls they can be anything they want to be because it never occurred to them that they can’t” (Silverman). My sister first told me about this quote and we both thought it was pretty powerful. Upon telling my boyfriend, he argued that we simply say that to all kids as positive reinforcement – that it is not used to single out one gender. I suppose it depends on the context. Either way, I do hope the next generation grows up to measure success and quality of work without any consideration of gender.
I stumbled upon the Hollywood episode one night and found myself literally pausing the program to take note of topics discussed and quotes from interviews with female producers, directors and creators in both television and film. I was almost surprised at how captivated I was. I’d like to think it’s because I analyze and appreciate the work itself, rather than focus instead on whether a female or male is responsible. I realize now how naïve that is. But isn’t that exactly what the case should be?
I've definitely forgotten how recently females transcended the gender divide. Positions behind the camera were few and far between for females until the women’s movement during the 1960’s and 1970’s. As a result, “most female characters fell into classic archetypes: the good girl, the girl next door, the fallen woman, the virgin, and the whore” (PBS). The iconic Jane Fonda recounts being told that “good girls weren’t ambitious”, so her acting followed suit. This pattern was broken in 1968 when actress Marlo Thomas starred in ‘That Girl’, the first show that centered around an all American working woman living on her own. Females only truly became eligible for all types of characters in the past 30 years.
I was shocked to hear the resistance females in the producing world have still faced in the past decade. The creator of Grey’s Anatomy, Shonda Rhimes, speaks about her meeting with ABC discussing the pilot episode. She and her producing partner were told by a room full of men “that nobody was going to want to watch a show about a woman who had sex with a guy she just met the night before her first day of work…That kind of woman was not somebody that any woman in America was going to know, that was not a nice person, that was disgusting, and that we had made a mistake” (Rhimes). Unfortunately, we still live in a world where some men feel the need to control women’s defining qualities. I say that more so in response to specific evidence, certainly not as a blanket statement.
We've definitely seen a significant shift in female power in Hollywood, exemplified by the bold openness of producer and actress Lena Dunham. She has certainly faced scrutiny for her frequent nudity and disregard for censorship. I think most of us applaud her and find her daring work on the edge of revolutionary. She views her work "on some level to be a reaction to the way sexuality has been fed to [her] at [her] age...but [she's] not coming at it from a perspective of wanting to elicit any shock reactions, [she's] just wanting to express honestly what [she's] seen and felt" (Dunham), and for that I celebrate her.
I want to leave this topic on an odd reference. Most everyone knows of the rather brash comedian Sarah Silverman. I personally am not a huge fan of her humor, but there was, for me, a silencing moment in the middle of her standup in which she said, “we need to stop telling little girls they can be anything they want to be because it never occurred to them that they can’t” (Silverman). My sister first told me about this quote and we both thought it was pretty powerful. Upon telling my boyfriend, he argued that we simply say that to all kids as positive reinforcement – that it is not used to single out one gender. I suppose it depends on the context. Either way, I do hope the next generation grows up to measure success and quality of work without any consideration of gender.
Makers: Women Who Make America is available to watch for free here.
Thanks for listening and feel free to comment below!
11/4/14
Sun in a Mason Jar
HAPPY MONDAY, ALL. It's technically Tuesday but I had yesterday off as part of an extended weekend. After much fluctuation in moving dates, my boxes that have been packed for weeks now finally hit the road with Trey. It's a bit mind-boggling to realize that this process is starting. Our lease has been signed for a couple of weeks, but that simply consisted of me typing my name into a box on my computer screen. I can't say that moment was incredibly eye-opening. But the carrying of boxes out the front door was an unfamiliar feeling.
My Noble Steed
I'd like to point out that this photo was taken at 4:45pm and we almost can't see, so daylight savings happened. There's nothing I love more than a day that lasts to 8pm - the next few months are going to be an adjustment for us all. In an attempt to fend off unpleasant mood swings, my words of wisdom are to rise with the sun. Even when I can't get to bed as early as I'd like and I know I might be exhausted in the morning, it's worth setting the alarm clock. Soak up every bit of daylight (and Vitamin D if you can).
Following indulgent Sundays, I've always felt like Mondays are perfect for a resurgence of veggies and mindfulness. Especially as we enter the darker and colder months, we focus on pumpkin, squash, root vegetables galore. I will later share my kick-ass vegetarian chili recipes but before that I want to share my go-to refreshments that both add a boost of much-needed vitamins and trick the mind into believing we're still in the midst of those long sunny days.
The Juice
- 4-5 Large Carrots, peeled
- 1 Beet, peeled (or 1/2 if you're not a huge fan of the earthy flavor)
- 1 Apple, washed
- Large Bunch Swiss Chard or Rainbow Chard, washed
- 2 inches Fresh Ginger (more or less depending on your desired zing)
Yields 10 oz. Juice
Be sure to roughly chop all ingredients to avoid breaking your mean juicing machine. I adore this juice. It's super cleansing but rather sweet. You can reduce the apple and increase the ginger if you'd like it a bit less sweet. Sadly you need an actual juicer, not a blender, to get the desired juice result so I apologize to those of you without the means!
For those of you around the Greater Boston Area looking to treat yourself to fresh juices, I highly recommend Jubalí, formerly known as Life Force Juice. You can find them at Somerville Winter Farmers Market (191 Highland Ave 10am-2pm) for free samples and to hear more about their awesomeness, pick up a juice from my previous stomping grounds Commonwealth Market and Restaurant in Kendall Square, or visit your local Whole Foods.
***Important Note on Washing Your Produce***
I've struggled with washing my fruits and vegetables in the past, mainly because externally nothing is seems wrong with them and I usually want to save as much time cooking as possible. Oh how ignorant I was. Pesticide use is craaaaaazy these days and even when buying organic it's better to take extra precaution. The Environmental Working Group has published the most recent report of "The Dirty Dozen and Clean Fifteen", recommending a specific list of 12 items to always buy organic. I am not someone who buys everything organic because I honestly don't believe the cost is necessary, but certain produce like Kale, Apples, Berries, and Tomatoes are a different story. Read more on the dangers of pesticides and how best to manage your grocery budget by clicking the link highlighted above!
The Smoothie
Welcome to the Tropics
- 1 Banana, frozen & chopped
- 1/2 Cup Pineapple Chunks, frozen
- 1/2 Cup-1 Cup Kale, rinsed & stems removed
- 1-2 Tbsp. Coconut Oil
- 3/4 Cup Almond Milk (I use Almond Breeze Vanilla Unsweetened)
This smoothie is super easy to make and absolutely delicious! The recipe is my take on the Greenya Colada from Jubalí. I use the NutriBullet Blender which works amazing to finely blend up the tough kale. You can certainly use a regular blender, but I find that it doesn't blend up the greens quite as well. Either way it tastes like you're laying on a beach and I can't think of many better ways to start your morning.
Have a fabulously fresh week!
10/31/14
100 Years Later
This is one of the many food posters from the World War I era, specifically representing the founding principles of the U.S. Food Administration in 1917. The objectives stated almost a century ago are worth revisiting: “Assure the supply, distribution, and conservation of food during the war, facilitate transportation of food and prevent monopolies and hoarding, and maintain governmental power over foods by using voluntary agreements and a licensing system” (archives.gov). Cory Bernat co-curated an exhibit at the Smithsonian called “FOOD: Transforming the American Table 1950-2000”, part of which was inspired by a collection of food posters spanning through World War I and II. When asked what kind of messages the government was sending, Bernat clarifies that “most of them are not really about food – they’re about behavior modification” (Smithsonian.com).
I wanted to start this weekend off with a bit of thought provocation. Halloween has now begun – cue the sugar headaches. As we move closer toward the holiday season, it’s important to focus outside the immediate instinct to overindulge. These words above may have been written an entire century ago, but they’re just as critical today. Spend a few extra minutes planning out that grocery list and don’t feel as though you need to buy everything you can possibly think of at once! Shopping in smaller increments will drastically reduce your waste (and your bill).
That being said, please DO enjoy your sweets & treats!
10/30/14
A Foreword
For months now I've been telling myself that I am
going to start a blog.
If I could define the past year of my life in one
word, it would be hesitation. I've hesitated with starting this blog after reading many how-to guidelines claiming you must choose one specific topic and
focus on that subject only. I've hesitated with job applications because I’m
not sure what type of work will make me happiest. I've hesitated with moving from
my hometown because I know once I do, I’ll be forced to make the decisions I
fear. Well, I know fear will never go away, so I’m trying to use its challenges
to propel myself forward from here on out.
The publishing of this e-space marks the true beginning
of the unknown for me. I have officially signed a lease for an apartment with
my partner-in-crime outside of Columbus, Ohio where I know a total of two
people (including him). I haven’t secured a job and I really don’t know what
I’m going to do with myself. All I do know is that I’m finally embracing what I've been avoiding, and that to me, is an accomplishment in itself. Charles
Wheelan, a professor of economics and public policy wrote a quick read called
“10 ½ Things No Commencement Speaker Has Ever Said”, in which he asks “first
and foremost that you do not use your prodigious talents to mess the world up,
because too many smart people are doing that already”. I think we can all start there.
I am thrilled to use this space to share the
exciting new prospects I stumble upon during this transition, both personal and
professional. I will also discuss any and all things I see in my day-to-day
life that make me stop and think. I believe it is the fleeting moments and
minute details that most speak to the state of our society today, yet they are
often overlooked.
Of course, this project wouldn't be complete without
a deep discussion of food. My desire to start a blog initially stemmed from what
I like to think of as my great love affair. I have never considered myself to
be an artist, with sub-par skills in drawing and the like, but I only recently
came to the realization that cooking is an art form. My mother made the point
that she doesn't want to cook elaborate meals after a long day of making jewelry,
but when I get home, the kitchen becomes my creative outlet. I love that.
Possibilities are endless. There are many downfalls to social media, but I’m
grateful for its ability to connect people all over the world. I've slowly
accumulated a list of vegetarian food bloggers and yes, Instagram accounts,
dedicated to creating nourishing recipes that happen to reflect these
individuals’ positive outlooks on life. The food world is evolving at a rapid
pace into a multifaceted industry. We no longer view food as just something we
eat, but as a pathway toward a better life. We have established an element of
community through the sharing of recipes, discussion forums, food rescue
efforts, and in the most mainstream sense, “food porn”.
I have been a cook for an extension of a program
called Community Cooks for almost a year now. Once a month, a team of us are
each in charge of different segments of a meal that will feed 16-22 young
adults struggling financially. When I've had a chance to talk with the head of
the program, she’s emphasized how much these individuals look forward to not only the meal itself, but the creative thought that goes into it. This small
commitment is rather simple, but goes a long way. I've volunteered with other
great organizations such as a Food for Free, a food rescue program that relies
on their volunteers to package the donations being delivered to individuals who
live alone and can’t afford much in the way of groceries. The best part about
working with these groups, aside from the obvious, is meeting and seeing a
variety of other people taking time out of their schedules to assist. Food is
fuel, but a lot of times I think we take it for granted. The smallest
contribution of time helps to remind us of that, and introduces yet another aspect
of the global community that revolves around food.
It could very well turn out that I am the only one who actually reads my writing, just like I tend to be the only one to laugh at my jokes, or maybe a few others will give it a whirl. Either way, I’m simply going to start writing.