“I’ve got tickets to Arizona,” she said.
I’ve never felt unsettled in all my life. At least I think that’s what that was. I have been in India for a majority of my breathing, heart-beating phase. There have not been many opportunities for me to be out of my element. I did well, I thought. I had the comfort of the people I’d grown used to and food that had just the right dash of home.
We all pride ourselves in being masters of things. Some are well-read or well-slept. Others can recognise wines by their odours and people by their warmth. I am addicted to familiarity. Ten seconds later, I like being thrown off the trail in the hope that I’ll mysteriously find my way back on it.
I love living in Washington. It’s only been 4 months. But I want to find that usual place I end up in. I won’t force the tide…I can’t; but I know it will be okay.
If you want me to send you a postcard saying “HI!!”, send me your snail mail address to eeekster@gmail.com
Project Postcard
I’m not that famous so it’s okay that I got zero (0) addresses in my inbox since the last post.
I made the postcard you see and sent it out too. Snap a picture, stick it on some thick paper, write an address, stick a stamp and it goes anywhere you tell it to.
I think that’s amazing. It makes me wonder why people don’t like to use this magic trick more often.
It also has me guessing where all the lost letters go. And if there’s really a Santa Claus and if he got the letter I once wrote him. Nothing can make me believe otherwise because I always got what I wanted — to be in Goa and be reminded that the world is not such a bad place after all.
Begin.
Putting off things is easy. Doing things is hard.
Putting off = Easy
Doing = Hard
Now that I’ve educated you and myself on why towels are still in the washing machine waiting to be dried, I’m going to begin my postcard project.
It’s what I’ve always wanted to do, but have lacked clear motivation to make it work. Well apart from motivation, I do need your help. If you are reading this and you want to be a part of it, all I’d like is for you to send me your postal address to eeekster@gmail.com (eeekster at gmail dot com). That will take you about 30 seconds depending on how fast you type.
Once I get it, I’ll send you a postcard made by me and you can send one back if you want. Then it just goes on and on. Pretty neat, huh? And who doesn’t love handmade goodies?!
Go ahead now, email me at eeekster@gmail.com
Au revoir 🙂
Comic book freak alert: Dan Piraro
(You need to click on it to read it. Sorry.)
It was back in 2009. I had too much time on my hands at work.
I love Dan Piraro. There are a few symbols of how much in my room at home in Goa.
I don’t know if I can do this, but…
BOOM. I did it anyway. Thanks Dan Piraro; for encouraging my stalky behaviour and such. You make me laugh.
https://web.archive.org/web/20190405174050/http://bizarrocomics.com:80/
A post about chocolate ice-cream
I think everybody in this entire world needs a Cuisinart ice-cream maker. I so strongly believe this that I’m giving away 3 of them from the goodness of my heart.
No I’m not because I’ve not reached the point in my blogging career. If Cuisinart contacts me and tells me to give them away, I will use random comment picker apps to pick the most undeserving comment I’ve ever heard and call you “#4523” asking you to send me your address. I hate it when that happens.
I’m just glad I got the spelling of Cuisinart correct the first time.
I made some chocolate ice-cream! HOORAYYYY! See picture above. See lack of fancy photo applications. See a blog post that lacks any semblance of looking “cute, quirky, ad-worthy”. Hi.
Here’s what you need:
A Cuisinart ice-cream maker
The book that comes with the Cuisinart ice-cream maker. Turn to page 3
Okay, okay.
Real recipe:
3/4 cup cocoa powder, sifted. If you don’t have a sifter, don’t fret. Just stir extra.
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/3 cup dark brown sugar
A pinch of salt
2 cups heavy cream
1 cup whole milk
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract that’s oh-so-pure and is wondering what the heck it’s doing in a chocolate ice-cream recipe anyway. Weirdo.
1) Mix the cocoa, sugars and salt. Add the milk and combine until everything dissolves to oblivion.
2) Stir in the heavy cream and the oh-so-pure vanilla extract that got lost on the way to the recipe it actually belongs to.
3) Re-fur-getate. I mean refrigerate for 1-2 hours and overnight if you can wait that long.
BEST PART ALERT!!!
4) Dump it in the ice-cream maker and watch it turn. I mean churn, churn, churn.
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(Pretend The Byrds are saying “Churn”. It’s soooooo grooovy)
5) Holy crap, it turned to ice-cream.
Cuz Rumplestilskin is my name.
(I forgot to tell you I added Reese’s Pieces)
I’m probably never going to eat this because I don’t like that I used that much sugar or heavy cream in the recipe. Awesomepants on the other hand, does not CARE. He loves it all. Light, floaty, taste is what I go for but the recipe always goes somewhere else. Thank the lawd for husbands!
Too long has passed
Which is why I need you to take a look at this.
http://www.lomography.com/magazine/lifestyle/2012/09/15/faces-of-seattle-a-gr…
It’s not an excuse for I don’t make those. I REFUSE. It’s just a hobby of mine I wish to lobby.
I hope you see us in San Francisco.
PS: That guy in the last picture on that link in the purple shirt: Totally my husband.
I’m in love again
THIS IS SARA! I’m so excited. Can you tell?
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Just an hour ago, I found her blog from a post on A Beautiful Mess and I read it and then I just DIED.
She’s the lady with whom I want to be best friends. I know this by how she writes. She analyses things just like I do but she actually writes it down. People who are all “grown up” call it “cute”. But Sara’s not cute. She’s just Sara…the girl who loves the salads and likes meat but does much better things with salad anyway.
She’s coming to Seattle on September 23 (this is a reminder!) as part of her Sprouted Kitchen book tour. It’s an offshoot of her blog, which I haven’t yet linked you to. Shame on me.
And again.
Fan girl alert.
I love how this post ends.
I will buy this book and spend all my days cooking from it.
Sigh. <3
Lomo Show. Shomo Lo.
I have a blog. Yes, it’s this one. What a pointless way to begin.
Today I want to write about my group’s “Faces of Seattle” lomography show in downtown Seattle. It’s on September 6 at the Pioneer Square Saloon. I don’t know if anyone is reading this but if you are around, you must come!
(Me showing you our show’s poster)
Oh my gosh! You just asked “Why?” didn’t you. Sneaky things. I came prepared.
Reason 1
We are amazing. I understand that it’s not a good reason to drop your life and run into our lomo arms but it beats anything else you’ll be doing that night. Unless you’re proposing to your love. Well then, CONGRATULATIONS!
(Here are bits and parts of the show)
Reason 2
I’ll cry if you don’t. :'(
Reason 3
If you ever thought you wanted to try out a plastic camera, this is your moment. I’d like to think I’m a fabulous photographer but I’m what…just a few months old at this thing. These other guys from the group are fan-freakin-tastic. I want to say that their talent BLOWS MY MIND but..what mind?
I have this feeling that nobody is going to read this so I do feel strange convincing nobody.
ONWARD!!
The Seattle Lomo Adventurer Club is here on facebook. Details about the show are here (also on facebook). Even MOAR details are here.
Join, read, visit, mingle, comment, experiment.
Junk food and the BFF
Have you ever had a lot of free time and all you do is read rubbish blogs on the internet that make you feel completely rubbish about your sordid existence? That is not me ergo I never feel that way
Did I just use “ergo” in a sentence?! Way to ergo!
“Er. go,” say all my mean fans.
While you were thinking about that first question I so bluntly posed, Awesomepants and I made a pizza. I love the boy and his enthusiasm for pizza. If you ask me, he is the only hope for humanity. He can sulk about it all he likes but there’s no way I’m taking responsibility for pizza ingredients. I can’t tell the difference between Italian sausage (mama mia!) and lean beef until it’s cooked and by then I’m already in time out.
We make amazing pizzas. Pizzas that shout from rooftops, pizzas that make you weep for joy and pizzas that make you yee-haw, if you were the yee-hawing kind. If we entertained lots of people, which we don’t, they would stop talking to us because that’s all we’d feed them. They’d blame us for making them moderately obese and getting fired from their jobs and just stuff that it’s so easy to blame on amazing pizzas these days.
Nom nom nom
We got the recipe for the bread from Lauren’s Latest. It was a chance discovery. No research. Just pure luck. So easy to make too.
Once we got that down, we used a cookie sheet (even though her recipe calls for a pizza stone) to put all the ingredients together and it worked just fine.
Want to copy us and be fabulous? Here’s how you can!
1) Roll out the dough. Brush some olive oil on the top (you don’t HAVE to, but it’s nice). I seasoned the dough with cilantro, onions and dried sweet basil because I loooooove flavour.
Step one, we can have lots of fun
2) Tomato sauce from a can decided to join the party. We let him, because we can. Get it?
Step two, there’s so much we can do
3) That my Awesomepants’ hand. So pretty and white and alien-looking. He loves the cheeses and manicures. So he put on some shredded mozzarella.
Step three, it’s just you for me
4) Then came the Italian sausage and the pepperoni…happy happy joy. The second time we tried this recipe, I made the mistake with the lean beef instead of the sausage and nothing was ever the same again. :'( Haha.
Step four, I can give you more
5) Mushrooms and a closeup shot for motivation.
Step five, don’t you know that the time has arrived
6) Olives, more cheese, and a photo later, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Step by step, Step by step girl, Ooh baby, Gonna get to you gi-rrrl
Baking time? 15 minutes.
If it’s not done, add 5 more minutes. But if it’s a good pizza, it will play by the rules. Or not because pizzas are not your bi…son.
Remember Awesomepants? He’s made this all by himself but he says I did it. What do I know….I’m just a boring ol’ blogger who uses New Kids on the Block songs as picture captions.