PCC Flea Market

We are lucky enough to have not one, but two amazing flea markets in close proximity. I had heard about the Rose Bowl Flea Market before we moved here, but only recently found out about the Pasadena City College Flea Market, which is held on the first Sunday of every month. It was marked on our calendar, and yesterday we went to check it out!

In the Bay area the big one is the Alameda Antiques Fair, which I went to with my dear friend Steve a time or two, but, sadly, always when it was really really cold. Since the fair is held outdoors, there’s nothing to do but shiver and try to find shelter from the wind behind a headboard or a chest of drawers.

In Pasadena, we feared that we’d face the opposite problem, since it has been so hot this week. Thankfully, the geniuses behind this fair put most of it inside a parking garage, so you are shielded from the sun: glorious! I also liked the layering effect–meandering through the fair, you feel like you are slowly peeling the skin of a crisp antique-filled apple. (Our apologies to the vendors located outside–we will come visit you when it gets cooler!)

We didn’t have to look far to find an inspiring array of beautiful and interesting things: bright colors, vintage designs, and all kind of curiosities were everywhere.  I think we only lasted about an hour; the eyes can only take in so much!

I asked Eric to be on the lookout for some buttons, since I have been searching for some for a few projects I have in mind. We came across a stand with all kinds of tiny lovely little things, and while I was looking through old Scrabble and Mah Jongg tiles, Eric hit the motherlode: buttons galore! I picked out some pretty blue and green ones, and he found a bag full of shiny ones, several pounds at least, for only $3!

It was just as much fun talking to the seller as it was finding these treasures. She told me about where she had found them, and how truly antique many of them are (I am putting in an image of her card, just in case any of you are looking for buttons or antique Lego pieces!).

I have a soft spot for old things, to be sure, and I love to imagine the former lives of the things I pick up at thrift stores or antique fairs. It makes me happy to know that my buttons were hard at work before my grandmother was even born–a thought that certainly makes me pause and wonder at the curious power of everyday objects not only as repositories of specific and personal memories, but also as tiny encapsulations of entire eras. Beautiful.

The Red and the Teal

When I first starting putting outfits together, I wore an awful lot of red and black. No joke, I used to quiz my colleagues as to which Stendhal novel I was dressed as (I know, I know, I am the queen of nerds, but you will just have to believe me that most people found it at least mildly amusing!) I still love that combo, but I try to mix things up too, since I’m a die-hard fan of color blocking.

I have always loved red and teal together, but I was most recently inspired by Vanessa’s outfit over at Snappy and Savvy. It’s not hard to be inspired by her, and indeed, hers was the first style blog I found that I really loved and felt I was learning tons of cool stuff from; I wrote lots of ecstatic comments on her Chictopia page, like, “You are completely amazing!” And she is:)

I thought her red and teal look was so gorgeous that I had to pay a little homage! This red dress, again, no joke, was given to me by my best friend way back when we were in high school. She has given me so many amazing hand-me-downs! The sweater vest is from my favorite thrift store of ALL TIME, the Bargain Barn in Memphis (pity that I only get to go twice a year at best!) The necklace is from my favorite clothing exchange party in Oakland (I miss it so much! Pasadena/LA ladies: want to have a clothing swap party?!) And the heels are my highest Nine West stilettos, retrieved from abandonment at my husband’s old apartment, and always ready for wobbly walking action!

White Peach Baked Oatmeal

It has been a really busy summer. Thankfully, in a good way! My husband and I both graduated and celebrated my brother’s wedding, and then about a month later we got married too. After a month and half or so of wedded bliss, we moved to a new city. Whew! While I wouldn’t have changed a thing at all, there are certain things that have fallen by the wayside, like…breakfast.

My sweet husband is perfectly content with cereal and toast (though he won’t turn down a waffle!), but I crave things that are warm and hearty in the morning: scones, pancakes, muffins. I’ve been eating bagels for a few months straight, and now that we’re finally getting settled in our new home, I was more than excited to start making real breakfasts again.

I was intrigued by my BFF’s success with baked oatmeal, which she wrote about here, and I couldn’t wait to try it. I have actually already made it twice, it is so addictive! The first time I gave it two layers of cherries (mmmm…), and it was so good that I wanted to duplicate it this week, but alas, the cherries didn’t look so hot, so I bought white peaches instead. It turned out just as delicious! You could really use just about any fruit you have on hand, or whatever is your favorite.

My BFF says this is the best oatmeal she’s ever had, and I do not disagree!

White Peach Baked Oatmeal
Adapted from Heidi Swanson‘s Super Natural Every Day

2 c rolled oats
1/2 c walnut pieces
1/3 c brown sugar (This gives it just a touch of sweetness; you could definitely add more or tone it down based on the sweetness of your fruit.)
1 tsp baking powder
1 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp kosher salt
2 c milk
1 large egg
2 Tbsp melted butter, slightly cooled
3 white peaches, sliced (or 2 1/2-3 c of your favorite fruit)

-Preheat the oven to 375F. Generously butter the inside of an 8-inch square baking dish.
-Line the bottom of the dish with peach slices.
-In a mixing bowl combine the oats, walnuts, sugar, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt. Pour over the peaches in the baking dish.
-In a mixing bowl (the same one if you like doing dishes as little as I do!) whisk together the milk, egg, and butter. Pour over the baking dish, letting sit for a minutes to ensure that the milk is soaking into the oats.
-Top the baking dish with another layer of sliced peaches.
-Bake for 35-45 minutes, until the top is golden, the peaches have browned beautifully, and the oat mixture has set.
-Sprinkle with extra nuts or sugar if you like, and enjoy!

 

Pretty Bold

This is the first dress I made on the sewing machine I got for my birthday last year. I didn’t even use a pattern, but instead just traced the form of my favorite shift dress, which my best friend sent me from Korea. It’s a simple form, and I was pretty pleased with how it came out!

Still, I wanted to do some pattern mixing and add a belt for a tighter silhouette. The plaid top came from my favorite clothing exchange party (ah, how I will miss thee, now that I’ve moved away!), and the belt is from my favorite BB Dakota dress.

The bracelet came from the best wholesale jewelry spot in the world, right in Memphis, Tennessee: Jun Lee, where my awesome mom and I usually go for annual field trips to stock up on colorful bling. And, of course, I put on my most fun brown heels:)

White Beans, Potatoes, and Cabbage

My sweet BFF gave us Heidi Swanson‘s new cookbook Super Natural Every Day for a wedding gift, and I have been dying to dig into it! I love Heidi’s blog and appreciate her one-pot dishes and creative use of beans and grains, which are very close to my heart.

The first recipe I tried was actually the one pictured on the cover, but I didn’t realize it until later. It seems fitting, though, for a start!

The basic change I made to the recipe was to cook the beans and vegetables over a lower heat for a longer period of time, so that it was smooth and creamy instead of browned, as it is in the original. Either way, it makes a lovely lunch!

And of course, I got to use some new tools for the first time, including our majestic pressure cooker (a Fagor Duo) and our amazing Wüsthof knives! Thank you thank you thank you, dear family and friends!

It would be really easy to make substitutions in this recipe, say, if there is another kind of bean that you prefer–white beans just happen to be my favorite!

White Beans, Potatoes, and Cabbage
Adapted from Heidi Swanson’s Super Natural Every Day
Serves 4

2 Tbsp olive oil
4 oz. potatoes, cut into tiny cubes
1 large shallot, finely chopped
2 c cooked white beans (You can either use canned or start with dried beans.  If using dried, you can cook 1 c beans in your pressure cooker on high for about 40 minutes, or you can simply soak the beans overnight and cook them in a pan over medium-high heat, for about an hour or until tender.)
3 c shredded green cabbage
Freshly grated Asiago cheese (parmesan would also be good)
Salt to taste

-Pour the olive oil into a large skillet on medium heat.
-Add the potatoes and a pinch of salt. Cover and cook for 20 minutes or until tender, making sure to deglaze the pan with water every 5 minutes or so, to keep the potatoes from sticking.
-Add the shallot and cabbage and cook uncovered for another 5 minutes, or until the cabbage is wilted.
-Add the beans and simmer for a minutes more.
-Add salt and pepper to taste, top with freshly grated Asiago cheese and enjoy!

 

Roasted Eggplant with Couscous and Feta

Sometimes you’ve got to throw dinner together with what you have on hand, and in those instances, it’s very good if you happen to have an eggplant and some feta. Very good indeed. This simple dinner has lots of flavor and is very quick and easy to prepare.

Part of the secret is to toss the eggplant in oil and vinegar. Eggplants are like little sponges, and they will soak up whatever you put them in. When those flavors are baked in, it adds a great richness to the humble (yet beloved!) eggplant.

The coriander and cumin seeds give the eggplant a nice smokiness too. Yum.

Roasted Eggplant with Couscous and Feta

Serves 2-3 as a main dish, 4-5 as a side dish (the recipe could easily be doubled, and, in fact, I think I will double it next time I make it!)

1 eggplant, about 1 3/4 lb, cut into 1″ cubes
4 Tbsp olive oil
3 Tbsp red wine vinegar
1 tsp coriander
1/2 tsp cumin seeds
2 1/2 oz. crumbled feta cheese
1 Tbsp chopped fresh basil
Salt and pepper
Pine nuts (for topping)
1 c couscous

-Heat oven to 450°F.
-Cut eggplant into 1″cubes.
-Whisk together olive oil and red wine vinegar and toss eggplant cubes in it until soaked.
-Place eggplant cubes on baking sheet and sprinkle with salt and pepper, coriander and cumin seeds. (Don’t worry if there are clumps of coriander–the moisture of the couscous will soak it up.)
-Roast eggplant for 40 minutes at 450°F, stirring occasionally to prevent burning.
-While eggplant is roasting, bring 2 c water to boil. When boiling, stir in the couscous. Remove from heat, cover, and let rest for 10 minutes.
-Chop 1 Tbsp fresh basil (or more if desired) and place in large bowl. Add crumbled feta, couscous, and roasted eggplant, and stir well.
-Sprinkle pine nuts over the top for some extra crunch. Voila!

 

 

Lemon Cinnamon Cake

I have been wanting to make this cake for such a long time! The idea struck me when I made this lemon cinnamon lentil dish several months ago. My BFF, who blogs here, had mentioned that she’d made it, and I begged her to blog it so I could try the recipe. My BFF is a woman of her word, and she dutifully shared the recipe, adapted from Madhur Jaffrey’s An Invitation to Indian Cooking.  The highlight of the dish is the combination of lemon with a cinnamon stick, slow simmered. It was incredibly delicious, and the pairing so unexpectedly perfect that I was determined to try it out in a cake.

There is no tried and true recipe for a lemon cinnamon cake, at least that I could find, so I just came up with this one. It came out so wonderfully lemony, with an aromatic infusion of cinnamon. Part of the fun was that I got to use so many of our new kitchen toys: the new Bundt pan, cooling rack, and cake dome, to say nothing of the majestic Microplane grater! Thank you kindly, dear friends and family!

Lemon Cinnamon Cake

4 eggs
1 1/2 c sugar
1/2 c butter, softened
2 c flour
4 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 c milk
5 Tbsp lemon juice
Zest of three small lemons
1 tsp cinnamon (I used Penzeys Extra Fancy Vietnamese cinnamon, which is very strong, so you might use a bit more if you are using regular cinnamon)

-Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Butter and flour the inside of a Bundt pan.
-Zest and juice the lemons.
-Combine the eggs and sugar and beat in the butter gradually until the mixture is creamy.
-Add the flour, baking powder, salt, cinnamon, and milk, and beat to combine.
-Add the lemon juice and lemon zest and beat to combine.
-Pour into the Bundt pan and bake for approximately 50-55 minutes at 350 degrees F. (I started checking it around 40 minutes with a toothpick, but it still needed more time. When the toothpick comes out clean and the outer edges of the cake are pulling away slightly from the sides of the pan, it is ready.)
-Let cool for at least 30 minutes, and then loosen the edges with a  spatula before turning out onto a cooling rack or serving plate.
-I served the cake as it is, but you could also dust it with powdered sugar or add a simple lemon glaze (just lemon juice and powdered sugar). Enjoy!

365 Project

One of my favorite projects over the past few years has been the 365 project. The basic idea is that you take and post one picture every day for a year. It’a an incredible way to create visual memories, and I especially appreciate the fact that it makes me more aware of the beauty in the small things that make up our day-to-day life. (I’m a total sucker for the aestheticization of the quotidian, so you can see how this would be right up my alley!)

I got the idea from my awesome friend Melissa, who was inspired by this post on PhotoJojo to try the project. I loved seeing her gorgeous photographs and hearing about what caught her eye on a daily basis. Since we’ve never lived in the same place, it’s also a great way to keep in touch!

An added benefit is that the project gives you so much practice at photography and an ever-present opportunity to learn more about your camera. There is always more to learn, but I am grateful for all the things I’ve figured out along the way.

The image at the top of this post is a compilation of all of my pictures from the first year of the project. My sweet husband (then fiancé) downloaded all 365 of them, put them in one mosaic image, and printed it for me for Christmas last year. When a dear friend of mine saw the picture, she said that Eric is truly a wonder, and I have to agree!

I am now in my second year of the project, and I couldn’t really imagine my life without it. If you have any inclination to try it, I would really encourage you to give it a shot. And if you do, please send me the link! I’d love to see what your daily life looks like:)

 

 

Hot Hot Heat

It’s been so sweltering these past few days that every morning I am faced with the same challenge: what can I wear that will feel the most like nothing at all? Today I pulled on my favorite summer dress, which my sweet mom bought me for my birthday several years ago at Zara. I added this little vest for some shape and the red belt for a little pop of color. The vest was actually a sweater that I adapted–I just cut off the sleeves, added some darts, and voila!

It ended up being the perfect thing for a day spent even partly in the sun.  This afternoon Eric and I went to check out the Pasadena Museum of California Art, and he very kindly took these shots. A husband who will do this in such weather is pure gold.

I am always so inspired by people who manage to dress fashionably in the summer. It’s thrilling to be able to pull out the sundresses, for sure, but when the heat crosses the line into something that feels reminiscent of an oven, I lose all will to even wear jewelry. But at least lipstick comes to the rescue!

 

Leeks and Improv Dinners

I distinctly remember a time at which I did not know what a leek was. Sure, any six-year-old could boast the same thing, but I didn’t actually discover the wondrous leek until I was in high school. I must have somehow gotten it into my head to make some potato soup, given my obsession with that particular starch. To be truthful, I was addicted to all kinds of starch. Much to my parents’ chagrin, I used to take nothing but a sleeve of crackers for my lunch when I was in high school. I suppose I just had more pressing things to do with my time than to make myself something more nourishing than a sleeve of crackers: writing copiously in my journal (with rainbow-colored inks, no less), cramming for AP history, braiding my hair, attempting (not totally successfully) to shape fabric scraps into long and flowing skirts. Having recently become a vegetarian, I fully embraced what were usually my three restaurant options: veggie burgers, bean burritos, and baked potatoes.

Hoping to introduce some shadow of versatility into my life, I must have looked up a recipe for potato soup and found this mysterious ingredient: leeks. Ironically enough, I had just started a job at one of the city’s only natural food markets. I think I recall looking for leeks in the produce section, and I definitely remember shoving the long and strangely cylindrical object in the fridge. For some reason, it was in a brown paper bag.

I can’t remember making that soup at all, or how it tasted, but I thought of it this week because I am about to make potato leek soup again. It really hasn’t been so long, I will confess, that leeks have been a normal part of my life. I didn’t even understand that they were somewhere on the onion family tree until I left the remains of one in my kitchen trash overnight. Oh wow, was it pungent in the morning.

I’ve been reflecting on my cooking history these past few weeks because I’m trying out a new technique in the kitchen. It’s not the use of a fancy mandoline, or slow-rising my bread dough (though that’s not a bad idea), or even breaking in the pasta maker I have yet to acquire. It’s just a bit of an emancipation from the way I have been cooking for as long as I can remember.

In a nutshell (since we’re talking about food anyway), I have been very attached to my recipes. Not my recipes. But ones I’ve scrounged up from cookbooks and magazines and blogs. I’ve never strayed too far from them, since I’ve never really considered myself to be an expert in kitchen alchemy: how things fit together, how much water you need to cook rice, how to balance the notes of sweet and sour and bitter and salty and even umami.

It’s not that I really understand now either. But for some reason, I feel the need to give myself a bit more room for experimentation. So, what I am doing these days is going to the store and buying what looks good. Then I come home, cram it all in the fridge, and ask myself: “Now what can I make with this?”

This week I wound up with some radishes, a parsnip, potatoes, three shallots, a bunch of Italian parsley, a head of cauliflower, a few bell peppers, and a leek or two, among other things. So far I have concocted some roasted vegetable quinoa (which I topped with some leftover mustard vinaigrette) and some carrot ginger soup. As I pondered the ingredients I have on hand to determine the next dish, I realized, of course: potato leek soup. It’s been a lot of fun following my intuitions, and whims even, in place of my usual attempt to perfectly recreate something someone else has designed. I affectionately call these most recent attempts of mine my improv dinners.

I’ve also been thinking about cooking in more general terms as a result of this kitchen overhaul. I’ve always been intensely interested in the staples of other kitchens. I have a friend who always has kale on hand. He says it’s really good on pizza. Lover of all things crunchy, I’ll believe that. I have another friend who is never without her vanilla yogurt. My little brother puts Tapatio hot sauce on everything. I mean everything. He even put it on our Thanksgiving pumpkin fondue. My boyfriend (now my husband!) almost always has an eggplant on hand for a quick sauté, and a squash of some kind when they’re in season.

It’s refreshing and kind of delightful to see how the variety of the individual is displayed in the kitchen. And it also invites me to a particularly exhilarating opportunity for reinvention. What are my staples? What are the things I keep around now that I didn’t six months ago, two years ago; what are the things I always have on hand that I didn’t know existed two years ago? Our kitchens define us in such interesting ways; it’s just one of many arenas in which we carve out our identities.

As I look back on my kitchens past, I see that there is an evolution, and not only in my cooking methods and preferences. My staples map me: where I have been, what I have been reading, with whom I’ve been eating. A few years ago, spinach lasagna was the only dinner-party-worthy dish I knew how to make. In my stressful months of qualifying exam preparation, I’d consider it a red-letter evening if I had enough energy to make myself some pancakes. But thankfully in the past few years I’ve made time for exploring new flavors. I’ll admit that I’m spoiled rotten to be living in a place where such a huge variety of fresh produce is both available and affordable. It’s here that I’ve come to love kumquats and golden kiwis and shallots, and, yes, leeks. It’s here that I’ve learned how to toast bulgur and barley, how to braise fennel, how to make my own vegetable stock. It’s here that I’ve come to embrace the most delicious and stinky of cheeses: Gorgonzola, Stilton, Blue. It’s here that my kitchen has come to revolve around fresh pressed garlic and chopped sage, thyme, and oregano.

I know that I won’t always live in a place where acquiring these ingredients, which have become my staples, will be easy. But there’s a part of me that believes I’ll somehow carry them with me, wherever I may go. They’ve become a part of who I am, so I will bring my leeks with me, in their brown paper bag.

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