Oh Mr. Sun!

Spring is almost here, and I am trying my best to crawl out of my little hole of overwhelming winterness...I think, along the way somewhere, I took a wrong turn and hit spring allergies or something. Anyway, this past week getting motivated for anything has been tough. I really want to start blogging again, however, so in an effort to get something posted, I'll just point you to my sister's newish blog. She started it a few months ago, and it's provided me with almost-daily foodie hilarity. Check it out here.

Enjoy. (ah-choo.)

Letting myself go...

...and it has been delicious!

Here are the things I've made in the past week or so:

- Roasted brussels sprouts with pancetta.  Oh. My. Word.  These are so delicious, I made them twice.  And the first time I forgot the butter/lemon juice, and it was so great that I didn't add it the second time!  In fact, I believe that butter on the pure deliciosity of brussels with pancetta it would be overkill.  That's right, Bobby Flay, you overdid it this time, says me.  This brings me much closer to my sub-goal of cooking more, which is not always having to follow a recipe!  

- Carrot-turnip-ginger soup.  Okay, so maybe I got a little overconfident with the no-recipe thing, and I just "threw" in a few root veggies and stock, not exactly paying attention to the proportions of ginger to other ingredients.  I thought it was a little too much ginger (although Brian was into it), and it was nothing that couldn't be covered up with a generous handful of parmesan.  Better the next day, and I'm still eating it!  

- Basic quiche.  Had some friends over for brunch yesterday and I went back to an old standard (ok I've made it once before but it was deeeelish), compliments of RealSimple.  It's all about the gruyere, baby.  And yes, I am OKAY with frozen pie crusts in the tins.  That's a new sub-goal: pastry and pie crusts.  But in the meantime, I will not be ashamed!

- And finally, Homemade Oatmeal Cream Pies.  Also so good I made them twice, once regular size, once mini.  So so bad, and so soooooooooo good. 

It's blurry cause I couldn't wait to eat them.

Back to BK.

My sister Annie and her doggie Lorenzo are moving to Brooklyn.  I feel like she just moved back!  Waaah.  I'm excited for her though, since she got a sweet new job and what sounds like an amazing apartment.  And it means I get to visit New York more!

Now that her job will be all interesting and stuff, does that mean less foodie blog posts from her?  I hope not!  That would mean I need to actually post more myself...

Snort.

(Just kidding-- I'm making an effort! I swear!)

Knot: Tied.

You guys, you guys... we GOT MARRIED!!!

I know most people must feel this way, but there are really no words to describe the day and how perfect it was, every detail went above and beyond our expectations. Of course I'm talking about the beauty of the locations, and the decor and food and flowers and tables, because those. Were. AMAZING. But I also mean the intangible details, the things that made us stop, and gasp, and feel intoxicated: the fact that the sun came out as I was walking to my parents' house to get ready, the unbelievable ceremony, the vows that expressed perfectly how we feel about one another, the music, the fact that everyone stood around outside the church next to the lake listening to my cousin play jazz, the way everyone wove their way around Salvage One during the cocktail hour, exploring and taking pictures of all the amazing pieces, the way it looked when I turned around on the little stage and saw an absolute sea of smiling loving faces looking up at us, the incredible toasts, Brian and I sneaking away for awesome pictures, our first dance, my dad and I doing a salsa, my sister, cousin and I busting out a surprise Irish dance, the donuts, the way nobody left the dance floor, and the fact that we WERE, thankfully, able to stop during every one of these moments and actually savor it's beauty and not let it go by in a whirlwind like everyone said it would.

Sorry if that's too much. But that's how it felt.

I'm still eagerly awaiting the photos from our absolutely incredible photographer (check her out at vraiphoto.com! Seriously!), but here is a little taste she sent and one of my faves. Because, of course, all that stuff I just talked about was about these two happy lovebirds right here...


Honeymoon details to come...

Gasp.

The wedding is in five weeks.

Tess!

In the wee hours of Tuesday morning I was honored to have been woken up by the call informing me that our darling Susie had a beautiful baby girl!! Tess Vivian Borkin was born June 9, 2009, a healthy 7lbs., 7oz. Sus is absolutely amazing, did it all naturally and somehow had the strength to be standing up in the first pictures they sent!

I can't wait to meet this little one!

Everybody loves to see their name in print.

Recently Brian and I were at a fundraising thing for this nonprofit he volunteers with, and we spent the whole time chatting with the college student interns.  They were so adorable and in the middle of college excitement, getting all concerned with future plans, grad school, jobs.  When I told them what I did and mentioned that I didn't know how much longer I would work there before moving on to some other unknown job, they expressed extreme surprise that "someone in their mid-twenties can STILL not really know what they want to do!"  

HA!  I feel like none of my friends is certain about what they want to do!  But I totally understand the interns' viewpoint: once you get in a career, usually you stay there, right?  That's what I always thought too.  

I've had lots of other stuff occupying my mind lately, so I haven't given much thought to changing jobs in a little while.  For a long time, there I was searching all kinds of possibilities, memorizing the weekly job posting days and times for certain sites, looking into programs I'd previously never considered, etc.  I've felt that there isn't a huge amount of growth possible for me where I currently am, though it is fulfilling and often fun work, and I really truly use both my abilities and my education daily.  And my schedule is really flexible, which can't be discounted as a perk.

Things got sort of fun lately at work, basically because one of the events I had done went really well and got me lots of compliments from my boss and confidence from those I supervise.  At the beginning of the school year (I work in education at a non-profit), I felt a little lost, having been thrown into a role I never had ("YOU asked for more responsibility!" my boss snarked, even though I know they just put me in the role cause they desperately needed someone).   I got some exciting program ideas, and also decided just to get started on the current spring and summer stuff and scale back a little, not think about work too much at all and focus on the wedding, the weather, and all the other fun stuff I've got going on.

So imagine my surprise when I got to work this morning and discovered a box of business cards on my desk, with MY name on them.  Hilarious, since I've worked here for three years and filled out the form for the cards about a year and a half ago.  What was this, some sort of reminder that I'm still attached and committed to this place?  "Psst! We heard you were thinking about leaving, but look at these pretty cards! Whhoooooooo....pretty caaaaaaards..." 

Sadly, that kind of worked for a second, too.  I mean I wouldn't hesitate to leave if I found something else, but having a box full of my official deets on a cheaply printed card with colorful logo was kind of exciting.  Too bad I didn't have it at the conference I went to two weeks ago. Sigh!

This is not a home blog.

However, I do have a new home, and I'm planning a wedding, which means that lots of the time (not free time, of course-- I only do this when I should be working in some way), I find myself browsing around many many design/decor/inspiration blogs that are filled with photographs that I know I will never get around to replicating.

They are beautiful though, aren't they? My sister said that she's tired of "inspiration," and I understand the sentiment: let's just pick something and move on! But then again, that's how she and I are different-- I've never been good at making decisions. I need to look at examples first. And it's rare to have a blank canvas the way I do now, so for the moment I'm going to pretend I'm a real blogger, and pick a decor category and show you a bunch of fun pictures!!

Today's decor category (and there may only be one, ever): Plate collages!

I have a small collection of antique plates given to me by my grandmother and my great aunt. They are pretty, and fragile, and painted with really cool flowers. I'd always wanted to do something with them, and then I started noticing the trend of hanging them on the wall, but in really interesting and unexpected ways. Check it out:

From Apartment Therapy
**Bonus detail! I like this birdcage, although not the fake bird. But I have an amazing old birdcage of my own that actually housed parakeets during my childhood...what could be done with that? You tell me.

From Apartment Therapy

From Living Etc.

From Domino

Pretty, huh? Now, how in the world does one actually hang plates?!

Uh-huh!

Yes I did make this soup last night! And yes it did only take about 15 minutes from start to finish! And yes it did taste delicious!




Note: I actually didn't use the fava beans or artichokes-- didn't have the beans and didn't feel like steaming the artichoke, and it was still totally yummy. This is one of those recipes where you can use whatever is in season. I definitely recommend the mint though, it really brightens up the flavor!

Spring Vegetable Soup

Serves 4

• 1 small bunch leeks
• sliced prosciutto
• extra-virgin olive oil
• 6 cups chicken stock
• 1 cup fresh fava beans
• 1 cup spinach
• 1 cup asparagus
• 8 small artichokes
• sea salt and pepper
• 2 tablespoons mint

Using a big, deep pot, sauté a handful of chopped leeks and several torn prosciutto slices in olive oil. After a few minutes, pour in 6 cups chicken stock and bring to a boil. Mix in 1 cup each peeled, blanched fava beans, chopped spinach, chard and asparagus, plus 8 cut-up steamed artichoke hearts (setting aside a dozen chunks for Tuesday's kebabs). Simmer soup for a few minutes, then sprinkle with salt and pepper, drizzle with olive oil and top with a couple tablespoons chopped mint leaves. Serve with crusty bread and a hunk of English cheddar.

You're welcome!

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Inauguration.

We went. Drove 12 hours, stayed with Abbey's dad... crushed ourselves happily in with 2 million other ecstatic people.

It was incredible.

My newest nephew.

This is Lorenzo.

Ready for the first day of puppy preschool!

He was technically my Christmas present to my sister Annie, although he entered our lives just a couple of days after Thanksgiving. His shelter name was Twitch, which Annie quickly changed to the more majestic and fitting Lorenzo de Medici, after the great Renaissance patron of the arts. I think he lives up to his name. Just as the original made his way into so many of the paintings and murals of the great Italian masters, so has our little man made his way into our hearts! Obviously it wasn't hard for me, I've wanted a dog my entire life, but this doggie has some major power. I have never in my entire life seen my mother pet a dog, and she actually willingly held him on her lap and fed him, while my dad slips him meat under the table!

He's our little man!

HOORAAAAYYYYY!!!!

This has totally not set in yet.  I am SO excited about this election, the climate, and Obama in general.  I could barely tear myself away from the TV this morning to go to work, and when I walked in a group of people were standing near the elevator and we all looked at each other and cheered.  

Yesterday was an amazing day-- after I voted, Shannon and I drove to Indiana to do some final day canvassing for Obama since that state was so crucial... we got back and had people over to watch the returns, and Brian got a ticket to the election party in Grant Park!  I really wish I could have gone, but by that point we already had people over.   It must have been incredible.  I watched the speech and cried.  

And Annie made amazing food, of course: kale and prosciutto soup, salad, homemade bread, and to top it all off, the most American of apple pies!

GOBAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!

Boston, etc.

Unrelated to this post:  I just devoured almost an entire bag of dried mango.  It was the special kind that I love, the no-sugar-added stuff from Trader Joe's.  I made the mistake of bringing what was left of the large bag to work, thinking I could save what I didn't eat.  Who was I kidding?  And while we're on the subject of dried mango, on the way home from the store the other night when Brian and I were eating it in the car, I had a particularly tough piece and when I finally succeeded in tearing off a chunk with my teeth, my hand flew to the side and the sharp edge of the mango actually scratched my face.  Mango casualty.

Anyway, that's neither here nor there.

I raced in  my very first Head of the Charles Regatta this year, the biggest rowing race of its kind in the world!  The weekend before last I flew to Boston and got to stay with my cousin Dan and his wife Cedar, who are the best couple ever and are 7 months pregnant!  They have a beautiful condo in Belmont that they have clearly taken their time with-- the decor fits just perfectly in the space (older, with hardwood floors and awesome trim), and they remodeled their kitchen themselves.  Anyway, it was the perfect homey place to hang out between the craziness of the Charles events.

And it is definitely crazy.  Hundreds and hundreds of people race there... so many, in fact, that each individual is only allowed to row in a single event.  It was a curvy course full of bridges and one 180-degree turn, not so easy for a gal in a single.  I practiced on Friday afternoon and it was really exciting-- I'd never rowed on the Charles before and to row past so many super old, well-established boathouses was super cool.  I then had to wait the whoooole weekend to race, since my event wasn't until Sunday afternoon.  I spent lots of time on the Weeks Footbridge cheering on teammates, including my dad, who looked great in his double.  I had plenty of time to wander around Harvard Square, though I wish I'd had more time to walk the whole city, cause it's one of my favorites.  I got to have noodles with Schutt and talk about theatre and life stages and relationships, and I wish we lived in the same place!  I strolled and caught up with Paul right before my event, and he was semi-successful in taking my mind off of the incredible nervous feeling I had as the wind got stronger and stronger... and finally I was on the water!  My dad and Fran helped me launch and the 5k row up to the start line felt like forever.  It felt good, however, to finally be on the water instead of thinking about it obsessively.  I knew that my race was a super competitive event full of ridiculously fast women, all of who probably knew the course better than me, so my expectations in terms of placement weren't super high-- I just wanted to row a good race and look decent going past the crowds!  Rowing up there I felt like a lost little kid on the first day of school...petrified, yet super excited.  The basin where the start line is was also the place with the roughest weather, so they started us quickly and I, unfortunately, scraped my oar on the railroad bridge at the start.  That caused me to almost completely stop, which of course helped three rowers pass me almost immediately.  Ironically, I steered a great course from then on!  I felt like I couldn't actually put a lot of power into the strokes because I was constantly worried about steering and turning, but I didn't get passed by everyone (one of my measures of success), and nobody saw me make any major mistakes!  If you really want to know what my placement was, you can look at the race website.  I'm event 44.  I finished, ahem, nowhere near the front. ;)

Moi, heading through the Weeks Bridge and halfway done!

The point is, I am no longer a Head of the Charles newbie, and next year I know exactly what to look for and how to prepare.  And I know also to get there several days before and stay several days after, cause Boston saw not nearly enough of me this time!

Betrothed!

Those of you who are still loyal readers (why? I am a terrible blogger!) are probably family and friends who already know this, but just in case...

Brian and I got engaged!

Happiness and a ring pop.

It was perfect. On September 5th I was frantically packing for a weekend in Michigan when he came home from work and mysteriously led me to my parents' backyard, where there was a picnic blanket and champagne. He proposed in the most beautiful way and I accepted (duh), after which he presented me with a pink plastic ring pop, a placeholder of sorts, until we could go looking together and find something perfect that I loved.

But wait! There's more! That night I was only told we'd be going "somewhere" at 9pm. We arrived at Juicy Wine Co., and on the lovely roof deck were both of our families, ready to toast us with champagne and cheese, and amazing pumpkin cookies ordered specially by Brittnye from One Girl Cookies in Brooklyn. And just as I was remarking that One Girl is right near Susie's house in Cobble Hill, who should walk in but Susie herself!! Unbelievable. We had a great night with our families, and I thought it couldn't get better. Just then, of course, it did. Early the next morning I was surprised by the arrival of Abbey, from the opposite coast. She, Susie, Annie, Brian and I went on our first ring shopping trip all together, and I couldn't imagine a more special group to have there.

Our moms were wearing the same shirt by accident. Isn't that weird?

The week continued... as an additional surprise, Brian planned a little extended weekend trip to Mexico City, a place I've always wanted to go. We hit museums, Teotihuacan, tons of restaurants, and even more neighborhoods. And when we got back to Chicago, I found the perfect ring: an Art Deco antique from the 30s.

Can you even believe all that?! I'm so lucky.

Plans for the actual big day are in the works, and we found a venue, which means we can chill a bit and just fantasize about possibilities for just a little while longer. I'll post more details when we've chosen an official date...

iSummer

Remember me?  I'm back from Insane Six Weeks of Summer '08!  It was a good one, a nice mix of your everyday summer rowing competitions seasoned with a little improv study and topped with a birthday-time family reunion.  I don't know why I say I'm "back," because not much has ended except for races. But still.

In other news, I got an iPhone!  Holy crap, I know.  It was an AMAZING birthday present from Bridget, Bill, Patti, and Brian, and it has definitely changed my life.  But not in the annoying way, where I always look at it and not at real people.  At least I think.  Instead, it helps me keep up with correspondence and items that I would otherwise not get to during the day and have to deal with late at night (like I'm doing now), and also allows me to not have to call Brian once a day to ask him to go into my email and find some essential bit of information that I neglected to write down.  And, it has GPS.  GPS, people!  For some reason this blows my mind, probably because I've experienced GPS very very few times before.  Like, there is actually a dot that represents me on a map created by an object in space.  And it helped us find our race course in New Jersey like seven different times.   Unreal.

That's all.  I don't talk about many things other than rowing and iPhones these days, it seems. At least I'm talking about something.

Inspiración.

Am I alive? Yes.

It's been a long and extremely busy few weeks. First, my organization put on the first Chicago Mexican and Latino Book Fair, which was a great success and a ton of work. However, because of the event I had the pleasure of hosting several amazing artists from Latin America. First, this woman stayed with me for a weekend, and she was incredible. A children's book author, storyteller, singer, and social lecturer from Mexico, she entertained me for two days with stories, hilarious wordplays, and songs. Literally. She pulled out the guitar and sang for me in my apartment. And after that, we lent the apartment to four members of Teatro Trono, an incredible youth and street theater/arts group from Bolivia and my favorite performers ever. People at work kept thanking me for driving them around and making sure they got fed and stuff like that, but it was a serious privilege to go to different schools and workshops and watch them mesmerize kids and adults alike.

So there was that. And THEN, it was Memorial Day weekend and the whole sculling (rowing) team went up to our teammate's beautiful house in Michigan on the St. Joseph river. We rowed for five hours each day, cooked a lot, ate a ton, napped, got massages, nursed our hand blisters and sore muscles, watched World Championship rowing races on DVD and generally chillaxed as much as we could while still being competitive. I seriously did not want to leave, ever.

Double race pieces...

Now I'm trying to get back to that long lost place where I cooked the veggies that we get delivered each week and actually spend time in the apartment. But it's like 90 degrees, which makes me not want to be inside with our dinky fan. So we'll see.

Fennel and apples and chives, oh my!

Things I haven't been doing much of: sleeping, blogging.

Things I have been doing a lot of: rowing, improv, COOKING!

Let's talk about that last item, shall we? Okay! The story behind it is, we joined a CSA with Brittnye a few weeks ago. If you're not familiar with CSAs, it stands for Community Supported Agriculture, and when you join one, you regularly receive a box full of veggies and fruit from local farms. You're supporting local food production, in this case organic, and you get whatever is in season, whether it be root vegetables, apples, or garlic. In our case, we actually get home delivery once a week, and the produce comes from several local farms, so we always get lots of different stuff.

This has revolutionized my life.

I was already trying to cook more, but this... this is special. I was unprepared for the joy I would feel at peeking out the back door and seeing that non-descript gray cooler box waiting for me. I pulled out the surprises one by one, gazing at them, smelling them, feeling their weight in my hands. Fennel! Leeks! Carrots! Kale! Everything I sliced emitted amazing aromas, even the shiitake mushrooms. If you know me at all, you know that I normally stay far, far away from any type of mushroom. I've tried to like them, I really have. But in this case, I didn't have to try. Those babies had me at "oh, what's in this little paper bag?" They looked so fresh and were so aromatic that I promptly made a fennel-mushroom sautee and loved every bite of it.

And it's only gotten better from there. Between in-depth gmail chat conversations with my foodie sister, emails/phone calls with Brittnye (Brian's foodie sister), and some quality time with Marcella Hazan, a sort of magic began. The thrill of seeing what I could do with what had arrived on the back porch--knowing the quality of everything was always great--became addicting. Roasted beets, leek pesto, the best freaking green beans ever... I think I'm in love.

Happy Spring!

Oh wait, I have a blog too?

Yeesh, sorry about that. Busy couple of weeks, much less time spent with computer! A few things I've been up to (#1 is the reason I didn't use the computer at work, and #2 is the reason I'm always too exhausted to do anything once I get home):

1. The Fourth Grade Play that Would Never Die finally kicked the bucket. Thank god. I didn't think I could spend any more time telling 9-year-olds to speak up. For those who don't know, it really doesn't matter, but this was the culmination of a drama residency I did at a couple of schools with fourth graders. Of course, everyone wants to see a "product," so we had to do something and the whole process kind of took forever, with every day the last week becoming a big effort. Still, the performances were cute, and the kids really amazed me with their effort and ability to memorize lines and blocking. And the parents got pictures and video, which is ultimately what's important, not actually be able to hear the lines, right?

2. It may have been a week ago, but I believe I'm still feeling the effects of Physical Challenge Weekend 2008. It all started with the fact that about a month ago I started rowing again, a lot, with a new intense coach. I didn't plan it that way, but last weekend I ended up having to do a 6km erg (rowing machine) test on Saturday and then the Shamrock Shuffle on Sunday. It really wasn't all that dramatic, but I was proud of myself for never puking throughout the whole weekend and getting through both events better than I expected! Since then we've been able to finally start rowing on the water, so it's still taking up most mornings...

That's what I've been up to, pretty normal stuff. Be back with more exciting things (hopefully) very soon!

Cold feet?

Is it appropriate to wear flats yet?

Cause it's like 42 degrees, but it's so darn sunny.

I don't think I can bear to put boots on one more time.

A project.

You know how there are some blogs that you get in the habit of reading, just because you stumbled upon them? Well I have a few of those. There's one in particular that I love, the blog of a friend of a friend (actually the friend of a sibling's ex-boyfriend, if we want to get technical). It's just a regular blog, pretty because she has web design experience, and I really like her writing. After I read her posts I often find that I begin composing posts in my head with a similar voice, which of course never come out like I wish they would. I think there were a few times when I almost even met her in person, but I never actually did. Several times I've wanted to comment on her posts, but something stopped me...maybe I liked being a secret reader, or maybe I just didn't want to startle her.  Silly, I know.

Anyway, I've decided to rip off her new idea, which is part group project, part blog challenge:  inviting readers of the blog and friends to submit photos, self-portraits to be exact, with the theme "Your Environment." That can mean whatever you want it to mean. The catch? Photos should be taken with either webcam or old-school digital equipment only: think PhotoBooth, plain digital cam, or even cell phone. No altering of images at all except to add borders.

For example:

Self Portrait with Salad Bowl

Feel free to either add your photos to the Flickr group here, or post them on your own blog.  Or hell, send them to me and I'll post them for you if you want!

Go!