September 1, 2014

Broken arches and windows in Utah.


Summer means vacation, eating ice cream without shame, and spending as much time in the sun without getting sunstroke. For me, this summer meant traveling around the States. From frolicking in Chicago to running around Eugene, from moving from New York to Los Angeles, I thought it would only be appropriate to top it all off with a road trip.

Or, really, the opportunity for a road trip came up and I snatched it as quickly as I could.

We packed our bags, rented a car, and set out on an adventure. 

As exciting as road trips can be, I often forget that it involves a lot of driving..through things that aren't all that interesting.



The first night, we drove from California through Arizona and by the morning had made our way to Utah.





We headed to Arches National Park for some amazing sights. These rock formations look like huge villages carved out of stone, villagers of stacked boulders stuck in time. It had just rained heavily (theme of the entire trip, by the way) and so the rocks were damp, there were waterfalls running from cliff sides, and the weather was kindly cool.





The balancing rock was amazing to see -- I tried to make sure that it wouldn't fall, but I figure it'll be okay on its own.

My favorite bit was hiking along the North and South windows. The colors are brilliant! That's one thing I love about the desert. Colors become that much more saturated and everything is dusty but rich.





 Holding rocks, because it's appropriate...obviously.




My wonderful dad, whose birthday was yesterday! He and my sister are the only ones who don't mind having their photos up on my blog (though my sister is in Oregon, so she had to skip out on this adventure).


And then there was a hidden arch with the softest sand floor ever. It felt completely different than walking on a beach -- it was quite lovely.







There was the Broken Arch, which has a huge crack at the top. The arch itself is totally fine, but it does feel a bit precariously held together by that middle bit...



Doesn't this look like layered cake? Layers of pastry? Chocolate deliciousness?



But then we were done and head to scurry off to where we were going to stay that night: Colorado. I'll continue that story next time, but I will say that Colorado never fails to amaze me. It's such a beautiful place!

Okay..just a sneak peak.





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August 25, 2014

Lobster me up!


Confession: Without a shadow of a doubt, I am obsessed with lobster.

I somehow seem to not be able to get enough. I want it all! Lobster rolls, lobster mac and cheese, lobster dipped in butter, lobster in pasta -- the list goes on and on. I have been fiending for a quality lobster roll for a few weeks now, and have curbed my need..for now.

The other day, I met up with a friend for a long-delayed catch up and some nibbles. We drove out to Santa Monica and wanted to hit up an Italian spot, but somehow stumbled to The Misfit instead. I blame the neon sign.




We started with some drinks, naturally. Our lovely waitress swished over and proclaimed that we only had sixty seconds left of happy hour. I gave the cocktail menu a quick glance and off she was to collect our beverages.


I had a delightful cocktail of Fords gin, grapefruit, mint, and Peychaud Bitters, otherwise known as 'Goodnight Emily'. My compadre had the 'Clocktower Manhattan', which was a swirl of rye, Carpano vermouth, and Misfit house bitters. Mine was excellent -- all grapefruit, all delicious. His was basically straight rye..which suited him, I guess.


We chatted a bit and I took to trying to fix my camera, which was a massive fail. I definitely need new SD cards and an external hard drive so I don't have to deal with it stubbornly refusing to cooperate with me. I quickly gave up, and right on time! Something delicious this way came.

Their crispy lobster nik niks were so amazingly wonderful. It comes with a Russian dipping sauce that is absolute perfection. 



The friend ordered the baked mac and cheese with crispy pancetta. I could talk days about the pancetta, which was equally as crispy (if not more delicious) in my own dish.


Surprisingly full, we contemplated the idea of dessert and thought, why not! It's only right that we close the night with a bit of sweets, right?

A scoop of olive oil & sea salt with another scoop of pistachio gelato (gelati?) came our way, both recommended by our waitress. I took a bite and knew I could trust this woman. The olive oil & sea salt was so buttery and light, I excitedly told everyone it was like eating a cloud. The pistachio was just as delightful.



(Horrible photo quality, I know.)

We left with our bellies full and crispy pancetta on my mind. The place is a little pricey, but if you can get there for happy hour, the drinks are totally worth it. Otherwise, it might not be my cup of tea as they weren't exactly the largest of drinks.





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August 18, 2014

Making spring rolls with the Madre.


First of all, let me start by saying that there is a lady in the house next to ours who likes to practice classical singing every once in a while. Except it sounds eerily like somebody "oooooo"-ing like a ghost..and it freaks me out.

Anyway.

Every so often, I am invited into the kitchen to help make dinner at home. This doesn't happen too frequently as my family firmly believes that I am incapable of doing anything that involves cooking. They won't let me hold a knife, deal with anything that's hot, or do anything remotely dangerous. This means that when I am invited into the kitchen, I'm determined to show everyone that I am a responsible young adult. I can cook!

Not really though. I can assemble ingredients that are pre-chopped by my madre into little rolls (though I still managed to burn my hand, so there's that).





These little bad boys are so easy to make. We picked lettuce from our backyard, cooked up some beef and shrimp, got mung bean sprouts, cilantro and chopped up carrots and cucumbers. You plop them onto rice paper (dipped in hot water), then roll. So easy.

I'll also admit that these photos are from two separate instances in which we made spring rolls. I have no shame. I do what I want!

You can also make your own sauce, with my madre wonderfully did. It's delicious. I'd tell you how she made it, but I have no idea...







And the best part is that you're pretty much eating healthy (minus the rice paper) because they're all vegetables! It's a triple win, in my book. Healthy, delicious, easy to make. 






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