The only post I have in me right now is essentially a brain dump with pictures.
Here’s what’s been happening in my life for the past week.
I found this interesting looking vegetable? at Whole Foods this week. I snuck a little taste to decide whether I liked it enough to buy it. It was crunchy and zippy and salty, but there was no name and no price posted with it. I grabbed a small handful, and when I went to check out the cashier looked at it sideways. She had no idea what it was–neither did any one else in her area–and I was no help because I had no idea. So she just shrugged and tossed it in my bag without charging me, as if to say “if we don’t know what it is, just take it home and happy experimenting.” Score. It’s salcornia, by the way.
I wore this earlier this week…maybe Monday? I have no idea. It’s probably my favorite dress. I bought it in August 2007 from Banana, and I wore it to my very first day of law school (for an event; I did not always dress up!). It’s stretchy and comfy and it was just what I needed. And look! Real shoes! Check out my awful face pose there. Woof. I was tired.
When I got home on….Tuesday? (Why can’t I remember any days?!) I had a package waiting for me. I was perplexed; I hadn’t ordered anything. So I tore into it, and there was a lovely Stella and Dot necklace, engraved with my And Then line. I immediately texted my friend Hala (and my S+D Stylist, to boot): “Did you send this to me? If not, I really need to stop getting drunk and ordering things online.” It was, indeed, a surprise gift from Hala. I love it.
I made a peach galette over the weekend, and on Tuesday [seriously contemplating renaming this post “everything I did on Tuesday”], I wrapped up a slice and ate it for breakfast. All-butter pastry dough is my downfall. So amazing.
Oh, hey, Dad’s side of the family, circa 1957. My dad is one of 16 kids. This is just 11 of them, traveling in their Sunday best on American Airlines in 1957 (to Detroit? Chicago? no idea). My dad is the cutie on the stairs with the big grin and the sticky-out-y ears. I looked just like that as a kid.
One of the silver linings in a family death is that we all take so much more time to pore over photos and memories and things like this. Thanks to my cousin who posted this on Facebook the other day–it’s pretty amazing to share.
I know Le Pain Quotidien means The Daily Bread, but this is too much bread for one person, LPQ. TWO massive hunks of bread with gazpacho (…which includes, as an ingredient, bread), plus the world’s largest avocado tartine (which, btw, is outstanding).
Finally, this is my super professional selfie. Back to school means orientation, and this was the calm before the storm. It was a really fun day yesterday, but I am so wiped out today (…the Molokai Mules last night didn’t help).
I’m leaving work at 3:30pm today to hop on the shuttle to hop on the Metro to get to Union Station to hop on the MARC to get to BWI to get on a plane to fly to Boston for my uncle’s funeral tomorrow morning. A very quick trip, indeed: I’ll be back here by noon on Sunday.