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Sunday, February 5, 2012

Juice Diet Gone Wrong

So, I have been carefully researching KitchenAid mixers for weeks on end, comparing models and features and pricing at a host of different stores.  My trusty Sunbeam mixer was on the outs, and I have been lusting after a KitchenAid one for years and years... Such a serious decision cannot be made lightly, so we went down to the local Williams Sonoma a couple weeks ago so I could talk to some experts and paw the merchandise some more.

Not prepared to make a final decision, we went home so I could sleep on it.  That night, I suggested we watch Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead, a movie about the incredible benefits of juice dieting.  Go ahead and watch it too, and if you're anything like me, you will be absolutely hypnotized into giving up solid food.  For two days.  At least that's how far I made it before I got a little shaky and started dreaming about crusty baguettes.

Turns out, it's just want I needed to push me over the edge to commit to the KitchenAid, which is now sitting prettily on the counter where the juicer used to be.  And I am steadily working hard to put back every one of those seven pounds I lost on the juice diet (that can't be good right?) by heartily exercising my new mixer and just about every other gadget in my kitchen.  I've gone on a cooking frenzy this weekend, which is precisely the opposite intended effect Le Juice Diet was supposed to have.  Go figure.

Meanwhile, here are some things that I have learned:

1.  I love beets, but I hate their juice. (And there's no amount of culinary trickery that can cover up beet juice flavor, even vodka*.)
2.  If I were trapped on a desert island, I would faint and plead starvation in a matter of about 5 hours.  (You would not want to be there.)
3.  Relatedly, I am kinder on solid foods. (My spouse can testify).
4.  I will never buy another bagel again.  This is freedom.
5.  Happiness is warm bread baking in the oven.


I give you a smattering of the past few days' cooking adventures:

BAGELS!
You can make bagels at home.  Yes,  that's right, bagels.  Crisp, chewy, tender bagels warm from the over to your tummy.  I didn't think it was possible, but it can be done.  Straightforward recipe from The Sophisticated Gourmet.

Dough is formed.

Dough is boiled.

Dough is baked.

Bagel nirvana is achieved.


SUSHI
Hot off the cocky high  that I can make bagels, I decided I could make sushi too.  I know, I know.  Okay, five hours of slicing and prepping and fiddling later, here were the results.  (Sushi rice recipe from Alton Brown.)

Fried rice with jalepeno (an asian-fusion style inspired by Casa Mun).

California roll (back row) and two veggie rolls.

Spicy tuna.

 I think I need some more practice, but very fun to try and greatly increases my appreciation for the craft.


Various Mediterranean Mezze

Clockwise - Roasted Eggplant Spread, Tarama, Spicy White Bean Dip


POT de CREME
Little pots of chocolatey-goodness.


Now I'm off to make cupcakes with my new darling treasure... and then I'm done, I swear.  These juice diets are the WORST!









* Vodka is not an element of the juice diet, but I had to try for experimentation's sake.  Trust me, if you want a Bloody Mary, just go for the V8 from the store.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Weekend in NYC Outfit Diary

I usually travel in a pretty consistent uniform (actually, much like I dress) and I  thought it would be fun to post my "outfit diary" from my weekend trip to New York from a couple weeks ago.

Years ago, I started making "outfit diaries" to help me pack for trips - laying out outfits and writing each item down.  Having a list of what I was traveling with helped me organize myself, keep my over-packing in check, and gave me a sense of what I should weep over if ever my luggage were lost or stolen (which has happened twice).  Over time, I became a convert to carry-on only travel, and my outfit diaries have become even more important to keep me packing sensibly.  If you have only room for one sweater, then it had better match everything pretty darn well.

Only now, instead of writing things down, I usually lay everything out and do a couple quick shots with my iPhone.  Here is what I took with me for my last weekend trip to New York City (advance apologies for the poor picture quality).


Day of Shopping/Light sight-seeing: Cardigan and shell, comfortable skirt, tote bag, flats.

Light grey St. John Sweater Set, Black Armani Skirt, VCA Necklace

Raisin 35 cm Birkin, Hermes Scarf Tohu Bohu, Chanel Ballerinas

Dinner out: Coat, LBD, clutch and slingbacks.

Gold Silk Burberry Trench, Black Silk Compagnie Francaise de l'Orient et de la Chine Dress,
VCA Necklace

Hermes Jige in Rouge H Box, Chanel Slingbacks, Hermes Scarf in Tohu Bohu

Sporty Sightseeing: Jeans, t-shirt, sweater, tote and flats.
Saint James Stripe T-shirt, COS Black Open Cardigan, Dark Wash Ralph Lauren Jeans

Repeat from previous day...


As you can see, I try to choose a main color - usually black or grey, and accent with a pop of color (bag and/or scarf).  There's lots of repeating happening, but as the shoes are tried and true for example, I know I won't miss having more to choose from.  The one scarf ties in all the various outfits, and I limit my jewelry to just one accent piece, in this case a necklace.  Lastly, I am able to get a third day's outfit by mixing and matching the black skirt and cardigan with the grey shell or wearing the black dress with the scarf as an obi-style belt.

These outfits worked a couple of weeks ago when it was still in the high 60s and 70s.  When I was in New York City this week, it was a little cooler so I wore a warmer sweater/coat and tights but essentially the same concept as the first outfit.

Do you do "outfit diaries" for your trips?  Are you a carry-on traveler or chronic over-packer?  Any tips to keep things manageable?

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Less = More

Yesterday, I watched this short TED Talk by Graham Hill entitled "Less Stuff, More Happiness."  You might want to check it out.




It inspired me to go through the house one more time for one final purge.  (This is after about 5 or 6 major purges this year, and me thinking I was all 'purged out.')

The result?

Gone are two coats I know deep down I will never wear, a set of perfectly good wine glasses I never use, and these cute lunchbox bento sets I bought on my last trip to Japan, which went into the bin kicking and screaming for their sentimental value alone.  I wanted to love them, I really did, but my lunches are never complicated enough to fill all those little boxes.

Also gone is our DVD collection (all whopping dozen of them, three which were replaced in their digital version)-- this makes more sense if you know that in one of the earliest purges this year included our television set.

Also, I bid fond adieu to a 12 loaf mini-bundt pan - this one I'll miss, but only used once every 5 years, I decided it wasn't really earning its keep or transform itself into a multi-tasker.  And more books and clothes - where did they come from? - even though I'd just gone through less than a month ago and thought I was down to bare essentials.

Clearly, I've got more work to do as I come to grips with what "the essentials" really means... but for the moment I feel a little lighter and that's good enough for me!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

New York State of Mind

We've just come back from a long weekend in New York City, and it's basically taken me an entire day to recover.  I'm always so amazed by everything the city has to offer, but the flip side is it's really exhausting to try to take it all in!

We started our trip by visiting the new Ladurée which recently opened on the Upper East Side.  If you have not yet sunk your teeth into one of their fragrant pillowy clouds (also known as macarons), get thee to New York, or Paris, or London tout de suite...  





Actually New York seems to be a rather late addition to many international outposts (why or why?), but better late than never.  One taste of those macarons this weekend was all it took to bring me back Paris (I was, ashamed to admit it, a regular of the the Place de la Madeleine location), and of course intensify that nagging feeling that I must return to Paris asap.  But back to New York for now...  

After Ladurée, we did a little window shopping, stopping in at Hermes to drop off a wallet in need of repair (success) and look for a sauce ladle (no luck).  We popped into a bunch of other stores including one of my favorites, Bergdorf Goodman.  There, I tried to stuff my stubby little sausage fingers into lovely diamond rings at the Van Cleef and Arpels boutique downstairs, but with all their recent price increases I feel I've missed the boat on any more VCA.  Still, I must appreciate the sales lady's determination in trying to convince me that the ring around which my finger puffed was just "perfect!", noting Liz Taylor had very stubby fingers too but that never stopped her from wearing big jewels.  Well, I suppose Liz Taylor did a lot of things I'm probably not going to do, and while I cannot deny her eye for beautiful jewels, I'm afraid at least in that regard she cannot be my role model.


Leaving rather bare-fingered, we found lunch at the Plaza Food Hall.  It reminded me of Harrod's Food Hall, but smaller and more relaxed.  And the added convenience of being shown to an empty seat and brought your food via a waiter made it a much more pleasant experience than Harrod's, where it's more like survival of the fittest to get a seat.  


Anyway, I have no photos to show of the meal, because I was well into my smoked Kobe Pastrami pile of delight before I remembered.  I highly recommend the whole place - also much less frenzied than Eataly and there really is something for everyone (sushi, dumplings, carvery, cheese, etc.).  After, we headed upstairs to the Plaza Champagne Bar where we drank champagne and quietly liberated the occasional macaron out of the Laudree bag (shhhh!).  Yes, we live on the edge.


The Champagne Bar at the Plaza has these beautiful velvet green chairs that are perfect for spending an hour or more in cozy decadence...


Plaza Lobby flowers were all in a purple hued theme, my favorite color.
After this, my plan was to head to the Santa Maria Novella store to stock up on candles and do some more shopping around SoHo.  Santa Maria Novella was out of my favorite candles (the "Relax" which smells like lavender and sunshine), and the main shopping streets were so crowded I could barely wedge my way inside of Muji, or out of it again.  Not fun.


Fun was coming back to our comfy hotel room at the Ritz Battery Park, kicking off our shoes, and peeping at a lady through a telescope...

Before you worry, here is the lady in question:


As seen through this telescope, which the hotel kindly places in each room for better viewing:

A better shot of the room, which was comfortable, modern and clean:


After dressing for dinner, we headed to Wolfgang's in Tribeca for amazing ribeyes.  Highly recommend!!!

The day after we rose early to visit the Statue of Liberty up close.  We'd booked about four months in advance to get tickets to access the Crown.  It's a very small space up at the top, so they only let a limited number of people go up per day, which explains the wait-time a bit.  After going through security several times, you are stripped of your bag, coat, everything but a camera, and you climb 27 floors up to the very top.  Yeah, 27.

While it starts out like a normal staircase, it quickly changes to a spirally, narrow metal chamber of horror as you reach the top.  Okay, maybe not chamber of horror for most, but as someone with a fear of heights and enclosed spaces, I probably should have done a bit more research before signing up for this one.  Still, I made it to the top, a sweaty shaky mess, in about 8 minutes flat - it's amazing how motivating "get me the heck out of here" is when it comes to climbing stairs - and the view was pretty awesome.  Just don't talk to me about how I got down...

The neck of the statue is the narrowest and darkest, but at least by then you know you have nearly made it.

From the top you can look down on the raised arm.

And also read what it says on the tablet she holds.

A better view from the ground.

On the Ferry to Ellis Island.


From there, you can take the Ferry to Ellis Island, and tour the Main Hall and some very interesting exhibits.  You don't have to have had a family member come through here not to appreciate the risk, hope and effort that drove people here.  Of course the introductory video made me cry.

Main Building, Immigration Museum

Great Hall - beautiful tiled ceiling!

Back in Battery Park, a bronze statue called "The Immigrants"

As the child of immigrants myself (they came in the 70s, long after Ellis Island stopped operations), I can understand why the desire for the American Dream is still strong for so many all over the world, even today.  And it's definitely made me want to learn more about this part of our history.  So next of my reading list is Not Fit for Our Society: Immigration and Nativism in America by Peter Schrag:

Not Fit for Our Society: Immigration and Nativism in America

Now I'm off to pack for my next trip, and this will come with me, but more on that one later!








Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Day Trip to NYC

Last Saturday we spent a jam-packed and rather thrilling day in NYC.

We took the train VERY early from New Jersey to be at our first destination, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, bright and early.  In particular, we were there to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit, which I'd heard rave reviews about (along with accompanying tremendous crowds).  Luckily, we made it just before opening, and were about 20 or 30 people from the start of the line to enter.

Alexander McQueen, Savage Beauty, runs through July 31st.

We didn't take any pictures inside the exhibit, but a great overview beyond what I could describe in this blog is available here.

Even if you are not a fashionista, you could easily find something to intrigue you at this exhibit.  It's a retrospective of his collections, from his early days on Savile Row to his last show before his death in 2010.  Curated to about 100 of his designs, it captures some of the otherworldliness which his shows submerged the viewer.  the theatricality and magic that his shows could provide.  Rather than just a clothing designer, McQueen was an artist who expressed himself through clothes.  Only when you see the pieces in person can you see the level of workmanship and tailoring in addition to the artistry.  Somewhere between graceful and grotesque, McQueen pushed the notion of dichotomy to beautiful heights.  (One of my favorites: http://blog.metmuseum.org/alexandermcqueen/ensemble-girl-who-lived-in-tree/)

After touring the McQueen exhibit, we wandered around a bit more and stumbled upon a section dedicated to medieval Iberian pottery, housed in a beautiful period Spanish patio.  It reminded me very much of our last trip to Sevilla.

Spanish Patio

We also enjoyed a brief stay in the sculpture courtyard.  It's a great place to rest your feet or sketch one of the many marble artworks.

Sculpture Courtyard

Next, we headed to Chelsea, to make a requisite visit to the Alexander McQueen boutique.  I am in love with his knuckle clutches and military inspired jackets.  Like so:


LEOPARD PONY KNUCKLE-BOX CLUTCH

$2,095.00


Buy at Alexander McQueen




MILITARY WOOL FROCK COAT

$2,395.00

Buy at Net-A-Porter

As is to be expected, exceptional craftsmanship = expensive.  Sigh.  Maybe when I hit my goal weight... hmmmmmm.


After a light lunch at the Chelsea Market, we tool a brief stroll up to High Line Park.  Once an abandoned elevated train track destined for demolition, it was transformed to a beautiful park high above the city streets by community activists.  It runs through Chelsea and the Meatpacking districts and makes for great people-watching on a sunny day.  

City view from High Line Park.

It's easier to catch a breeze from above!

Planting beds and seating make the space linger-worthy.

With the afternoon still ahead of us, we decided to hit Washington Square Park in Greenwich Village, which was absolutely hopping with life.  

The Washington Square Arch, on the park's northern edge, had a public piano located underneath.  
Notice the lovely little old lady clinging to the side of the piano on the left; she stood there mesmerized by the music.
We were transfixed by her.  May we always find pleasure in the simple things!

Above, the sky just sparkled the perfect cerulean blue.

Below, an artist worked on his sand art mandala.  

People frolicked in the fountain.
(I didn't know you could do that!)

And one lone man frolicked with his pigeons.
(Um, I didn't know you could do that either! I am pretty sure he was feeding them or he was some kind of pigeon whisperer.)


Gratuitous flower shot.

It's a bit blurry but I tried to capture the big fat bumble bee which had landed here.
It was bending the blossom with its heftiness.

All that activity made us thirsty, so we headed over to our favorite Greenwich Village bar, Bar'rique, for some refreshing cocktails.  Try to score a seat by the open windows, and you will have infinite conversation fodder.
Bar'rique - 264 Bleecker Street Between 6th and 7th Ave.

By then, it was time to head over to Buddakan for an early dinner.  So early in fact that we ended up having most of the restaurant to ourselves!  Don't be intimidated by the chic decor and dramatic staircase entrance to the main dining room, this place serves some very good food at reasonable prices (for New York).

Buddakan - 75 9th Ave, NYC
We shared several dishes, and it was more than enough for two.  The dim sum - Mushroom and Sugar Snap Pea Siu Mei were light but flavorful and in handmade wrappers.  The Hoisin Glazed Pork Belly appetizer was, well, my mouth is watering just thinking about it again so that should tell you.  For our main course, we had the Wild Mushroom Chow Fun and Black Pepper Beef.  I have never had more tender morsels of beef, ever.  A delight.  For desert, we also split the weeping Chocolate Cake with Jasmine Green Tea ice cream.  You will NOT be disappointed.  With drinks and tip, the meal came to about $130 for two.  So very worth it, we will definitely be coming back.  

Between the drama of the McQueen exhibit and the ambiance of Buddakan prepared us for the last and greatest adventure of the day: Sleep No More.  Sleep No More is described as an "immersive production" loosely based on Shakespeare's play Macbeth.  What's that, you say?  Imagine Stanley Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut, but set it in the 20s and spray a light coat of blood over the whole thing.  Now place yourself in the center, and c'est ca -- Sleep No More.   

This is how it unfolded.  You turn up to a block of warehouses on West 27th Street.  On the door is a small brass plate that denotes the McKittrick Hotel.  This is the fantasy world created by the show's producers.  You enter a darkened stairwell and are led up to a "concierge desk" where you "check in" for your stay.  At this point you and your party are each handed playing cards of different suits and you are ushered along further dark corridors until you are expelled into a 1920s club scene.  At the bar you can order a cocktail, on the stage a sultry Jessica-Rabbit type begins to give instructions.  All the actors are in character and you are about to enter their world.  

They recommend splitting up from your group (hence the different playing cards) and I do believe that experiencing the show alone does increase the sense of disorientation and restlessness - but we did not.  I am a coward and I like to cleave my sweaty palm to someone familiar as we enter this very mysterious world.  

You are called up in small groups and each given a plain, almost bird-like mask to wear.  The rules are simple - once you enter, the mask stays on, and there is no talking.  You are allowed to touch the objects and rifle through the rooms at your leisure.  You will come across scenes being played out by actors, or see one lone actor roaming about.  Feel free to watch or follow, or explore on your own.  There are 6 floors and an unending variety of hidden rooms and passageways. 

The rooms range from a hotel front lobby, to Macbeth's master bedroom, to a hospital ward to a candy shop.  There are so many nooks and crannies to explore, and each one has been painstaking filled with artifacts, letters and objets that add to the storyline.  Photos and commentary via the New York Times are here.  (According to the New York Times, 200 artists spent four months working on these little details, and they pay off).  

We were there three hours, and it passed like a dream - or in some cases, more like a nightmare.  The scenes we stumbled across seemed to skip across time but you could put together a compelling narrative with a little help from Shakespeare.  Beware, there is blood, and violence, and nudity, and a lot of unexpected twists and turns.  If you are patient, a scene will unfold before your very eyes and reach a surprising crescendo in moments, only to dissipate like smoke.  Sometimes you and the actors are alone, other times you are surrounded by other audience members also observing.  The effect of the masks is both chilling and emotional, and keeps you at a voyeuristic proximity to the actors while distancing yourself from the other "observers."

In case you have any interest in seeing the show, I won't describe things in too much detail but I will share some hints:  Wear sensible shoes and avoid heavy coats or bags (they recommend you check everything but your pants basically) -- you will literally find yourself running to keep up with the action and the masks can get very hot.  Be wary of being the first off the elevator, and if a bald person invites you into a tight closet, be prepared to part with a bit of... something.  I won't say what.  

Due to popularity, Sleep No More has an extended run through September 5, 2011.  Tickets at Ovation Tix.