Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Pockets

Who knew sewing pockets would be so damn annoying. Really?

Well my pockets have 'lips', meaning they do not lay flat. GRRR

Who needs pockets anyway! But I want my shorts to be perfect. Did I mention that I'm making curry yellow linen shorts with lavender silk pockets? Well I am, and my pockets aren't cooperating with me.

Once I finish my shorts (hopefully tomorrow) I'll post a picture. After which I'll finally hand sew the two yards that is the hem on my heather purple gathered linen skirt (fabric theme anyone).

To hold you guys over (the two of you who may actually read this) here are some ridiculously good jumping pictures, taken during my winter trip to Carmel. To be exact, they were taken at Big Sur. In front of the pedestrian tunnel going under the freeway. I think that if I had any Photoshop skills I'd make the end of the tunnel pitch black.



Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Summer Eats

I can hardly believe how fortunate I have been to be able to spend my entire summer (so far) in New York. Yes, sometimes it's nice to have a hotel room to yourself, to dine out without having to worry about prep, cooking, or clean up. But then it gets tiresome, and at the end of a trip, all I really want is a simple home cooked meal.

These past few months, I have cooked and cooked and cooked. In the beginning, I was still used to eating out for way too many meals a week, but gradually and happily I have shunned restaurants and have turned to my own tiny kitchen for sustenance.

This summer in New York has been one of the hottest in years, which makes cooking sometimes a trial (not so much now that there are 3 a/c's in the apartment). However, the end results is always worth the sweat and tears (I've had to dice lots of onions this summer). Below are some of my standout favorites; simple dishes that I truly can't get enough of.


Truffle Hash Browns

A quick peel and julienne, a mist of olive oil, some salt and pepper and these hash browns are ready for the oven. Finished off with a light drizzle of truffle oil right before serving, its been a breakfast in itself many a time. Best kitchen tools: mandolin + Silpat

Salsa

Tomatoes, red onions, garlic, jalapeno, cilantro, salt and pepper is all I use. It's always better the second day, and so good on corn flour tacos.

I'm actually obsessed with corn tortillas. They're cute, they're cheap, their flavor really comes out when heated in a skillet on the stove: no oil necessary. And since I always crave tacos to go with my salsa, and I also already have all the ingredients for guacamole sans the avocados:

Guacamole

Avocados, red onions, garlic, tomatoes, salt and pepper, lime juice more for the color preservation than a main flavor component. For me, the lime should just give guacamole a bit of brightness; guacamole should never be limey. But perhaps that is just personal preference. Also since cilantro always comes it such huge bundles, cilantro is sometimes added.

And since there is cilantro, that usually means I need to make garlic - cilantro naan to use the cilantro, meaning I have to make butter chicken to go with the naan that uses the cilantro. Perhaps now you're getting an understanding of how I cook or rather why I end up cooking what I do? But I digress, butter chicken is hot and heavy, not quite a sultry New York summer dish.

Instead, to stay on the tomato theme (I've been eating a ton of tomatoes this season), bruschetta. One of my favorites and seeing that it uses the same basic ingredients of salsa, I can make a quick decision between one or the other, depending on the mood of my taste buds

Bruschetta

Tomatoes, yellow or white onion, garlic, julienned basil, olive oil and balsamic vinegar, salt and pepper. Basil, good olive oil and balsamic and enough salt make this dish for me. Tomatoes...well tomatoes are rather a dismal fruit in the United States. Perhaps I should bite the bullet and start buying the $6/lb tomatoes from the farmer's market. Perhaps when I'm more baller. But with the right balance of the aforementioned key ingredients, decent bruschetta can be make with okay tomatoes. I usually do a bit of super aged balsamic for some sweetness, with some off the grocery store shelf kind for more acid and kick. Toasted puglia from Atlas Cafe rubbed with garlic and drizzled in olive oil and what a lunch or dinner or both sometimes. Parmigiano Reggiano to make things fancy.

However, every time I make bruschetta, I have a massive amount of basil left, that doesn't keep for long, which has spurred my pesto craze. It also helps that I usually have all the other ingredients to make this green delight around the kitchen with the exception to pine nuts, which I can never be bothered to get.

Pesto

Basil, olive oil, garlic, parmigiano reggiano, salt and pepper and perhaps a bit of lemon for color preservation and to cut the fat. So simple but oh so good. I could eat it fresh off a spoon. Oh wait, I always do that.

If not pesto then red sauce uses the rest of the basil and there is nothing better than a good simple red pasta sauce.

Red Pasta Sauce

Canned whole tomatoes, tomato paste, yellow/white onion, garlic, olive oil, bay leaf, salt and pepper, basil. Canned tomatoes are usually picked at the peak of the season these days and well let's face it, probably are more ripe in their canned form than 90% of the fresh tomatoes on the market. I love canned tomatoes and tomato paste.

I actually just made a sizable batch today. Enough for another red sauce meal. Today I pan seared some eggplant, then layered sauce, eggplant, mozzarella, ricotta, spinach in a large ramekin and baked until the cheese on top was golden brown.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

A New York study on Light


I've heard the best time to take a photo outside is around 10am and 2pm. I think the angle of the sun has something to do with it. Perhaps? I don't know, since I've never studied light theory (is there such a thing?).

For me, I love the light at the break of day, dawn, early morning, when the light is soft and playful, lightly drawing its fingers down the skin of an arm, the side of a building, glowing off painted metal. I love the light as the end of day, sunset, dusk, when the light envelopes the city in its glow, caressing and infiltrating. Maybe I like these two times best not only for the light but also the unlight, the shadows that are cast across a face or a pavement. The ethereal quality it brings to the subject. huh

I think I associate artificial light with New York night and the grit that is inherent to its character. There is something very sobering about it and something very alluring. It feels as though I'm participating is something a little bit naughty.

And although I know these lights conjure up sensory feelings, sometimes I feel as though they should also be tactile. Not just the warmth of the light, but really touching what I'm feeling. Alas

Friday, July 30, 2010

The Vagabond Vagabonds On

It's weird. It's the summer and I'm in New York. This has not occurred in a number of years. I should be traveling. Needless to say, I'm a bit antsy. My biological clock knows something is off. No moving back or forward a few hours.

Oh just you wait clock, just you wait. Because soon enough I'll be the closest to East Asia than I've ever been before. Okay, actually I'm only doing a pit stop in Hong Kong on my way to INDIA! INDIA! INDIA! Oh yes India!

Twenty-eight days (29 1/2 if you could travel time) in INDIA!

Okay so this actually isn't happening until December, but I'm already preparing myself for a full sensory overload. Scents, colors, heat, damp, light, beauty, pain, grit, dirt, tastes, all.

CANNOT WAIT

A New Set of Wheels


After seven years of living in the city I finally got a set of wheels! A two wheeler that is (please, cars and I don't really get along). Monday I decided to go on Craigslist to peruse the bike posts, and to my surprise, I found a perfect bike for me conveniently being sold in Williamsburg.

I arranged to meet the seller and after a few laps around the block, I was the proud owner of a red Fuji Sports 10 (from the 70s?). It's a little bit rusty, a little bit worn, which could describe the rest of my Brooklyn life. Meaning, it fits perfectly in my life.

Is the bike a perfect fit? Weeeeellll, the frame is an inch too big, I can't really stand over the bar, but the handle bars are comfortable, the bike goes fast. I've even managed to control it with one hand!

Biggest accomplishment on my soon to be named bike: Biking from Williamsburg to Astoria and back. Not bad for a girl who in the not so distant past scraped the skin off her left leg while frantically trying to get her foot out of the peddle harness of a bike 60 degrees from the ground as a car zoomed closer and closer on the cobblestone street outside of Musee Picasso. Oops


Lessons Learned: Bikes and Biking

1. If the seat is crooked, the bike goes crooked. I attribute this to the weight being off centered

2. Good back breaks are important.

3. Parents have absolutely no regard for their children's lives when crossing the street

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Louis Louis Louisville Highlights

Top 10 Louisville Best

10. Half way decent sushi in the middle of the country. Just say Yes to raw fish.

9. 13x$ hotel points. Yes Mr. VL, thank you!

8. Commuting from Indiana to Kentucky and back every day. One more state closer to my four new states this year goal.

7. Team workout challenge. Kiyomi's Workout Day Count: 0

6. Food Baby growing rapidly due to failed workout challenge and over-eating. Yum!

5. Cabbie restaurant suggestion in Indiana: Hooters


4. Accents. Lots and lots of accents.

3. Concealed gun licenses


2. TV = Access to the ROW

1. Sketchy cabbie, driving the most rank smelling cab ever, playing Red Light City, 'an adult cartoon avatar game, where you can get naked, have sex, and do anything you can in real life'.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Looking professional has its ups

Awww the picture I'm using for my company's internal CV. It beats the busted picture downstairs security has of me. Perhaps I'll even get picked on a project or two. Also, perhaps I should make a greater effort to be more groomed...okay okay....



Getting Old: Part II

I think I have too many white hairs to do anything about them at this point. I think I'm going to have to embrace them or go bald by plucking them out. It's bad that it's fun to examine them up close (which one can only do by taking them out). Mine are half colored, half clear/white. Sometimes they are all gold tinted, clearer that not. Ehh? At least they are 'unique'. I guess I'm not going white, I'm going clear.

My eyes have adjusted to their new state. They no longer hurt or go blurry; they have settled into their worsened condition nicely. One day I'll actually make a doctor's appointment. Yay legitimate health insurance.

Ironic...

Louisville, the 16th largest city in the USA, home of Muhammad Ali

I hear all about Louisville's attributes, touted by the mayor on motion sensor as I make my way out of the Louisville Airport. I must say, I can believe that Louisville is the home of Muhammad Ali, or Cassius Clay, but the 16th largest state in the United States. I wonder where all the people have gone, or how far the city limits extend. Downtown is quite small from my perspective, and food options are limited.

In all fairness, I suppose my view of Louisville is quite narrow, seeing as I live two blocks away from the office. Within those two blocks is a Starbucks, Wolfgang Express, and a not so good too hip, I'm trying too hard, fusion restaurant. If anyone ever gushes over the sushi in Louisville, that person has obviously not tried sushi anywhere else in the United States.

Besides the politeness of the South, and the fantastic ribs (find Smokey Bones, it's damn worth it), I've yet to really discover what makes Louisville Louisville. I know it's hiding somewhere, and I'm excited to see what I can see. Moreover, I'm planning some fantastic spring trips with a colleague that promises to take me to the South's finest cities. I'm eager to see more of the United States and that's the great thing about my job, it affords me the chance to do just that.

Along with the proximity to the South, Kentucky also boasts some impressive cave formations and wilderness. A mini weekend trek anybody? I suppose I should save my hotel points for my anticipated trip to Japan (anticipated meaning gradually formulated in my head). If only if only...

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Inside the Vagabond's First Aid Kit

Band-Aids: These babies are top priority, not only do they fit nicely around pinky toes for the pair of shoes that pinch, they can also go around bloody finger nails that crack after hitting airplanes. They can also go around said finger nails as to not get caught in hair, thus preventing further bloodiness.

White ice pack decorated with blue stars: I didn't even know these gems still existed. It looks like an inverted shower cap with a screw lid on top. Make sure you get one that does leak. Very useful on a rainy day whilst wearing leather soled shoes. Slippage is a definite danger. Apply to hip bone and elbow. Sue if you must, but at the very least get a free salad.

Nail clippers: Sometimes the TSA steals nail scissors, so bring these as an alternative. Very useful for the multiple nails that break on tables and chairs, computers and beds.

Ointment to sooth burns: When making white bean soup for roommate on a late Sunday evening, watch out for flying soup. It will burn skin and leave ugly red welts.

Sunscreen: Who knew that Miami sun was so strong. To avoid unslightly bra strap tan lines while eating lunch in the sun, apply generously.