My, what a pretty pantry you have…

Someday I hope these words are uttered to me. What can I say – I’m a lofty dreamer.

Our mini Cambridge kitchen doesn’t have cabinets, nor a pantry. It has one measly shelving unit for flatware and another for food staples. In theory, I love open shelving.  This theory was researched thoroughly in the land of Pinterest-impractical-unattainable-money-grows-on-organic-trees-ville. In practice, sometimes you end up with an assault on the eyeholes, like this:

Enter the “magical warehouse of possibilities” (street name: IKEA). I came across these glass canisters and filled 3 of those ginormouse blue tarp bags up faster than Ethan could say, “I hate this place,” ten times fast. Since last year when we replaced all of our tupperware for glass, I’ve been on a mission to mostly rid our kitchen of plastics. These came in 3 handy sizes, cheap enough to buy in mass, air-tight, and stackable! I was giddy for days after this Sunday project.

To keep the look clean, I took a label maker and marked the bottoms of the different types of flours and how many minutes for “al dente” on each pasta. Next up – spice rack.

I think even E would agree it was worth this torture.

Librarian Bun Chic?

1. Fun Bun: Until recently, I was content to leave ballerina buns to the professionals (namely, lithe models with razor sharp cheekbones and unnaturally dewy complexions). Then the hairstylist-from-hell entered into my life in a second failed attempt at finding a Boston salon and my hair was straight-up murdered. I’ll save you the rant on the color fiasco (how is it possible to leave with more roots?) but the breakage this sadist inflicted is beyond repair.

I have extremely fine hair which makes it susceptible to flyaways (and forces me into a constant battle to “Embrace Messy Hair” à la Bri Emery) but the more aggravating part is the giant rat’s nest that forms anytime my hair is wet. I learned at an early age that a wide-tooth comb and a hefty handful of conditioner was my lifelong morning routine cross-to-bear. Devil-woman ignored this wisdom and bleached, ripped, and burned my hair until I walked out of that salon with each individual hair broken (not exactly what I meant by “layers”).

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Since I’m in denial and not ready to chop it all off yet, I’ve been trying to wash it less to combat the brittleness. Only problem is that super fine hair is not tussle-and-go, so (amateur) styling is mandatory. Enter the Fun Bun (and a sincere love of dry shampoo). In my variation, I pull the hair almost all the way through the ponytail and then secure the two ends together at the crown with bobby pins. I’ve tried the sock bun before but this is much easier to create volume and I prefer the relaxed look.

I should mention that E hates it. Okay, well, he’s commented a few times, “I prefer your hair down.” But I’m master of reading between the lines and know exactly what he means – “I’m embarrassed to be seen in public with that filthy, messy ‘do.” I’ve been chalking it up as a man repeller to justify my shameless frequent donning. But I can’t stop. I mean, I can deal with a decrease in sexytime for 2-minute hair prep! (Sorry, love.)

2. Lips: After reading a few reviews, I gave the new Revlon Lip Butters a whirl. Being a fair-complected blonde, I’m a lipstick fanatic. It’s my answer to you lucky brunettes and your dark, defining features (have you ever heard anyone say, “God, I just loove your translucent lashes!”). However, I tend to lay off the Nars in the winter months when moisture is at a premium. By title alone, Lip Butter seemed intriguing for these parched puckers. One of the only colors I could find in stock was Raspberry Pie. First thoughts – I like the consistency, it does moisturize a little, the price point is right, but the color fades relatively quickly. Overall, a good buy and I’ll try more colors.

3. Necklace: I’ve been wearing this piece from House of Harlow with button downs. It has me coveting a few other bib and collar necklaces:

1 (I also have this blouse. Another bona fide man-repellant!) / 2 / 3

4. Walls: We’ve been living in our apartment for 9 months and it has yet to “grow on me” (hell, it has yet to not make me want to vomit). I think I’ve already mentally checked out of here since I’ve had a gallon of Benjamin Moore’s “Grey Owl” sitting in the living room for months doing little more than collect dust. Sigh. All the work would seem worth it if only the end result could magically resemble my inspiration photo: 

5. Photography: Munich Flagpoles by Michael Parker.

Sunday Dinner – Spicy sausage & clam linguine

Something about Sundays always, without fail, inspires me to tackle new recipes (especially when I don’t have to work the following Monday! Thanks, Mr. Presidents). Here is last night’s menu:

- Paula Deen’s Not Yo’ Mama’s Banana PuddingHoly decadence! Very tasty and, I do believe, satiated my sweet tooth into the next month. Next time, I’d cut out the sweetened condensed milk to curb the richness and make a half batch. I hope the bananas keep until tomorrow so I can bring it to the vultures (a.k.a. my work cafeteria).

*Yes, that is Lombardi drooling from afar. You will notice he makes frequent appearances in my food photos, always hoping for a chance to pull his signature snatch-and-run move while I’m distracted with the camera.

- Prosecco & a splash of Campari – Our favorite apéritif since Venice introduced us to the spritz.

- Spicy sausage, clam, and broccoli linguine: Recipe from Luxirare. Delicious – and it only took 15 minutes to prepare! Boiling the pasta in clam broth (I did half clam broth and half seafood stock) is a brilliant tip that I will use in many future recipes. It infused the noodles with a lot of flavor and we ladled a few inches into the pan that was steaming the broccoli and clams to tie it all together. Plus, there is no end to the variations I have in mind for this quick dinner.

*Do you guys read Luxirare? I’m completely obsessed with this woman. Her food photography and creative presentations(!) blow my mind and her air of mystery (how does one afford $200 truffles, caviar, an endless supply of awesome kitchen gadgets AND live in NYC? No, really, TELL ME!) adds to the intrigue. A few of my favorites are the Bloodless Mary, Carb Free Eggs Benedict, and Fried Flounder Sashimi.

January Snapshots

In lieu of interesting content, I’m giving you a pile of crappy, sub-par phone photos that review my kickoff month to the new year. You’re welcome. Not really sure what it says about me that they are mostly of cats and food… except that I’m emerging winter as a 400-lb crazy cat lady. Winning! (I know, “winning?” How very 2011 of me.)

1. Meet Lombardi. Also answers to “Dirty Chin.”

2. 5-minute stir-fry that has changed my attitude towards shrimp from “meh” to “sure.” Recipe here.

3. Swordfish with warm bacon/shallot vinaigrette from the Two Dudes cookbook. Salad topped with panko pan-fried feta cubes – obsessed!

4. Is it odd to give your cat the cold shoulder some days because you are jealous of his eyes? Yes? Oh… yeah… totally. What kind of weirdo would do that?

5. Baking fix. Peanut butter sandwiches. Super sweet, actually almost too sweet.

6. New weekend ritual. Oatmeal in bed. Sexy, no?

7. Winter showed up late to the party. Had one drink and decided to skedaddle. (FYI – I’m totally okay with one-weekend winters.)

8/9. What else are you going to do on a snowy Saturday? Lunch libations on Newbury Street.

10. After multiple recommendations, we finally tried the burgers at R. F. O’Sullivans. ‘Twas tasty.

11. We finally found something we both agree Boston does better than Chicago. Corner store markets. This one was Julia Child’s butcher of choice!

12. Christmas lights still keeping it festive around here. Don’t you judge me.

13. An old movie theatre that allows you to bring in take-out, serves booze, and has a Museum of Bad Art in the basement. Why would you even try anywhere else?

14. Looks like I threw up on the plate. But honestly, chicken breast over goat cheese over wilted kale with garlic and lemon… rocking. my. January. world.

15. I have a new stance on friendship. If you don’t like cats, don’t even attempt to talk to me. We’re really not going to have anything in common.

Guest Post: New Year’s Eve visitors

Guest post from two of my favorites in Chicago!

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Jill and I visited Heather and Ethan in Cambridge for a New Year’s vacation and we promised we would write a blog post. We were even more encouraged when Ethan said he would write a post regarding what happened from his point of view. And let’s just say, there are certain things that should stay in Boston. :) Since we are not professional bloggers, or as witty as Miss Retzke, we decided to simply write a top 10 list.

TOP 10 events from our Boston NYE trip

10. Worst movie of our lives… please do not ever watch Straw Dogs. (The only thing you will learn from this movie is that you shouldn’t run in a white tank top without a bra in front of hillbillies. If you already knew this, please do not watch this movie.)
9. Almost making a comeback with “sulfuric acid” playing the game Beezerwizzer (appetizers, wine, and games are always fun)
8. Fanueil Hall shopping
7. Girl with the Dragon Tattoo movie in Boston Common
6. Crema Cafe for wonderful coffee and grilled cheese in Harvard Square
5. Skip-and-Go-Naked drinks with professors at Cambridge Common
3. Sacco’s Bowl Haven/Flatbread Co., aka candlepin bowling where Jill likes to say, “Shut the f*&$ up” when she loses to Heather (in true JT fashion)
2. Hong Kong for New Year’s Eve… just like the guy from Southie recommended; it was a s&#$ show!
1. Relaxing and spending time with great friends!

Cheers!
Michelle & Jill (Heathan’s most favorite and frequent visitors)

The Importance of Color in Dress

Dressing based on your hair color. While I certainly don’t follow these rules (my closet looks like a Crayola box exploded), it is charming, indeed.

(Found on Verhext (from a vintage sewing booklet) via A Well Traveled Woman)

Egg, tomato, goat cheese sandwich on sourdough

When E travels, the kitchen tends to go on lock-down. Cooking is a social activity for me and far more enjoyable with a cocktail in hand, radio blaring, and a companion beside me cooking any meat component on the menu (seriously, the smoke detectors are in a conspiracy against me). So when I’m left to my own devices, my dinners tend to get… “creative.” My friends in Chicago started conveniently, and graciously, inviting me over for dinner when they knew E wouldn’t be home after I let it slip once that I ate a stale tortilla with some questionable cheese one night and half a jar of pickles the next. (I haven’t mastered the art of keeping a stocked fridge without being overwhelmed by a sense of guilt over the waste. Any tips?)

I decided a few months ago it was time to raise the bar on my cooking-for-one forays (the bar was ankle-level before, so I hope you’re not expecting cordon bleu here).

While I enjoy sandwiches, it’s never been a go-to meal for me. E, on the other hand, morphs into Joey Tribbiani anytime we brainstorm lunch spots.

Seeing as how I could (and do) eat the above creation for breakfast, lunch and dinner… you may as well start calling me Mrs. Tribbiani.

Egg, goat cheese, and tomato sandwich on sourdough

- Two slices crusty sourdough, lightly toasted (sometimes with butter, but not necessary)
- Goat cheese spread thinly on both sides of sourdough (or thin slices of Gorgonzola for a sharper taste)
- Thick cut tomatoes, sprinkled lightly with sea salt
- 1-2 fried eggs with dill

This is the messiest sandwich you will ever encounter, especially if you like your eggs over-easy (which I recommend with the crusty sourdough). Do not eat in public. Seriously, don’t. It’s not pretty. But still oh-so worth it.

P.S. Why can’t tomatoes be in season 10 months out of the year?

MWF Seeking BFF

One of my major new year’s resolutions this year is to “Make Friends.” Wow, putting that down on “paper” really makes me feel like a winner! Desperate much?

"My cats will never leave me!"

In all seriousness though, moving halfway across the country and not knowing a single soul (E doesn’t count, he’s like an extra appendage [he'd insert something dirty here]) within a 4-hour radius was much harder than I anticipated. (New Englanders aren’t exactly renowned for their inviting nature.)

I moved quite a bit as a kid (5 different schools) and tended to adapt well, so I never thought of myself as introverted. I did, however, grossly underestimate how much of a crutch academia is in our pursuit of friends. Being surrounded by hundreds or thousands of people your own age that are just as eager and insecure as yourself, all trying to connect with one other… like shooting fish in a barrel.*

Is it too much to ask for a similar situation?

To top it all off, I was extremely lucky (spoiled, in fact!) that my first job out of college landed me at a gallery staffed by some insanely kick-ass young people with similar interests, senses of humor, and goals. I’m in an entirely different situation now and the fact that I commute makes it all the more exasperating.

I informed my good friend Jill of my resolution and she has been determined to help me see it through (she even goes on scouting missions for my new BFF whenever she visits). Today she alerted me on our ritual morning-commute-chat of a book she thinks will be a perfect motivator:

MWF Seeking BFF: Here is the book trailer (how cool)!

This is precisely the out-of-comfort-zone kind of action I had in mind. I love the “About” section on her blog. I am also looking for “Miss Right,” the one I can text for spontaneous pedicures. I might even go buy a copy of the book this weekend! Haha, “Glass of wine in one hand, remote control in another.” That’s me – but let’s hope, not for long!

*I seriously did (DO) have an awesome group of friends back home. It was hands down the hardest part of leaving Chicago and why I was crying hysterics in O’hare airport while getting awkwardly consoled by complete strangers over bloody marys the weekend I moved out east. Miss you guys terribly!

Rachel Bertsche’s memoir seems to be all abuzz on the internet. While Googling the book I came across so many funny and spot-on reviews, it appears she touched upon a subject that resonates with a lot of adult women.

Dior Creme Abricot

Confession: I do not have pretty hands. I’m fairly certain my ugly mitts are the end result of descending from generations of farmers. Not that I help the situation any, with an obnoxious habit of scratching away at my cuticles out of boredom or stress. While a little color can always distract me from their sorry state, I count myself lucky if I can get through a day and a half without chipping a self-manicure. The new non-chip ones the salons offer are awesomesauce. However, it is a treat I reserve for special events such as weddings and vacations.

Brilliant poster by Roland Tiangco

Confession #2: I’m a certified, card-carrying product junkie. I kid you not, I will try anything (yeah, okay, so maybe not anything). I recognize that I’m completely naive and eat up blog reviews of products like candy. I like to keep my blinders up thinking there is a magic elixir for any and every beauty dilemma and am always looking for the perfect skin care regimen, hair product, lip color, etc. In other words, I’m a total sucker.

Coco Rocha's apartment featured in Vogue's APT with LSD

In my quest, I figured I should pass on the items I find worthy of mention here. Sephora, also know as The Land Where Paychecks Go to Die, is overwhelming and I always go ready with an arsenal of reviewed products to keep my suckerdom in check. Here is a product I purchased, after doing some research prompted by a mention on J.Crew’s blog, in an effort to resuscitate my man-paws:

Dior Creme Abricot – You dab a tiny amount (this stuff will last forever) on each nail before bed. It is extremely sticky, so if you do not like thick creams or lotion (ahem, boyfriend) you are going to be turned off by the texture and application. I’ve found it only takes a few minutes to fully absorb, so I just rub the excess from my fingertips onto other parts of my hand that appear dry and read a few pages from whatever is on top of the monstrosity I call a bedside book pile.  It’s a rather pleasant nightly ritual.

nails by catharina photos dior creme

I’ve only been using it for 2 weeks, but I’m truly loving the results! Not a dry cuticle in sight! It is more conditioning than my beloved Rosebud salve (nothing better for dry lips!) and leaving it on overnight appears to be making my nails less flaky. Also, my self-manicure lasted 3 whole days without a single chip! (Another trick that helps – wipe your nails really well with nail polish remover immediately before applying polish to remove any surface oils.)

If you try it, report back and let me know what you think!

Downton Abbey

Excuse my absence.  I’ve been terribly, terribly busy!

Really, not a minute to spare.

Busy as a bee.

Burning the candle at both ends.

Workload as large as a …. er…. okay, you’ve caught me.

I’ve been having an affair on you, blog friends.  Here is the mistress that has been consuming my nights:

Have you been watching?!  Best. Soap Opera. EVER. (but it’s English and won some Emmy’s, so it’s totally legit.  Or so I tell myself to feel less guilty.)  Even E has gotten into it.  At first, he was all, “What kooky program do you have on now?”  Then I started noticing longer stints on the couch, his gaze not so steadfast on the iPad.  Now it’s, “Wait, who is that?” and “What’d he say?” and “Rewind that!”  Hook, line, and sinker.

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Newly-minted New Englander (via Chicago). In pursuit of a stylish home, vast art collection, wardrobe of classics, sagging bookshelves, culinary prowess, and a fully-stamped passport. You know, just the basics.
-Heather

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