Archive for September, 2012


September 27, 2012

I always buy vegetables with the intention to, well, eat them. Sometimes they get they all get ate yo, but usually the stragglers end up rotting in the bottom of my fridge. Well rot no more forgotten produce! Imma roast all of y’all.

The first vegetables I roasted were tomatoes. I am on the verge of hating them raw and will try anything to zazz them up. Forty minutes in the oven and they developed  a deep, rich flavor, lost most of their acidity and become almost creamy in texture. They made their own sauce as they roasted, so I tossed them with some pasta, roasted garlic and basil. Result =Dreamzzz. Roasting 4 Life!

Below is a (very) loose guideline for roasting whatever vegetable you fancy. (NOTE: NO CUCUMBERS. BARF! OR LETTUCE. DOUBLE BARF!) The times and temperatures really vary depending on what produce you use, but a general rule of thumb is the denser the vegetable, the longer they need to roast. So tomatoes are on the lower end of this spectrum while potatoes, brussles sprouts and beets take the longest. The best way to tell if your vegetables are sufficiently roasted is to try them. Are they yummy? Then they’re done!


Preheat oven to 400 – 425 degrees.

-Cut up vegetables in to similar sized chunks. (Keep ’em pretty big as tiny pieces will just turn to mush).
-Drizzle with a little olive oil and season with salt and pepper.
-Roast, flipping the little guys over every once in a while, for 40 minutes to an hour or so.
-Test them- when they taste luxurious and caramelized, they’re ready fool!


– Toss roasted tomatoes and garlic with some pasta, fresh basil & goat cheese.

– Blend roasted tomatoes, jalapenos, onions and garlic with some cilantro and lime juice for a smokey salsa.

– Blend roasted peppers, onions, leeks, carrots, potatoes, tomatoes and garlic with vegetable stock for an easy soup.

– Eat them by themselves! Or as a side to chicken or roast! Or put them in cous cous! Just eat them, ok?

Eat yer veggies kids!



September 20, 2012

Why aren’t advertisements as terrifying as they used to be?


September 18, 2012


SK8 or DIE

September 18, 2012

When I was in Junior High I started volunteering my Friday and Saturday nights at a drop-in center called The Vault (très 90’s, no?).  Its purpose was to exist as an alternative for kids getting in to drugs or gangs or whatever. They had pool tables, a DJ cage (it was in a cage! for reals!) and mini ramp out back. It had a dive bar feel, but without the booze or sexual predators. Well, no booze.

I was a very impressionable fourteen when I started out there and quickly became enamored with the other volunteers, most of whom were dudes and all of whom were eight to ten years older than me. They all loved hardcore and punk (mine virgin ears!) had tattoos and piercings (mine virgin eyes!) and were reformed satanists (ok, not ALL of them). Oh, and they skateboarded.

From that point on my personal “style” morphed pretty quickly.  I traded in my bootcut corduroys for all black everything, got one of those lesbian-mom spikey haircuts (which I promptly died red) and became obsessed with SK8R BOiS and beaded wooden jewelry. Oh Lord, dark days.  I wanted to learn how to skate too, but like most tweens was hindered by my desire to look cool at all times and not suck at anything ever.

Fast forward 14 years and I am learning to skateboard for the first* time. Jonny modified one of his old decks for me and for the past few nights has been patiently and lovingly teaching me the ropes. Watching a grown-ass woman teetering around on a wobbly plank would not be my idea of a good time. Especially if said woman punctuated every outing with fits of verbal abuse and/or baby-la-la tears. What a guy. Seriously. I would have curb-stomped me by now. His encouragement makes me want to keep trying though and I think it’ll be fun once I stop being so bad at it.

*Technically, this is the second time I’ve given skateboarding a whirl. The first time was short lived due to a freak accident that left me with a cracked rib and a <temporary> hatred for anything on tiny wheels.



September 5, 2012

 I love dark lips, especially when paired with the pastiest of skin colors and a solid, well groomed brow. I am particularly taken with the semi-sheer purple tones popping up everywhere this fall.  If Angela Chase grew up and was interning in a stuffy old office, she would totally be wearing this. Probably. OFFICE GOTH.




2] A$AP ROCKY. This obsession is ongoing for obvious reasons. DREAM$$$.



3] This Opening Ceremony Pop-Up bag is on the top of my wish-list.   Since it costs $450 however, it is likely to remain at the top of this list for eternity. Is it the perfect everyday/travel/evening/biking bag though. Guh. Being poor is lame you guys.


4] I can’t get enough of this Scientology scandal! TELL ME EVERYTHING VANITY FAIR!!!! Seriously, the October issue cannot get her quick enough.


5] YES. I know ombré is such a snooty word and everyone is sick to death of it. Ombré nails, ombré hair, ombré blah, ombré blah. But my evolution is a little more delayed than most, and i’m still in to it. It’s a good option for people who are indecisive or who are afraid to commit fully to one extreme. I don’t care about these tights (well, i’m not mad at them or anything) but what I really want to apply this gradient to is a wall in my house. Bedroom to be specific. Dark on the bottom faded out to a nice dovey grey. Seems like it would be a whole lot of work though.

Maybe i’ll just ombré my hurr again.

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September 5, 2012

I usually wake up with a song stuck in my head. It’s usually something awful and it usually plays on repeat in the back of my brain all day. By mid-afternoon i’m usually ready to slice my own throat out because I’ve been humming it incessantly.


Today’s song ain’t half bad.

Well, talk to me at three o’clock. I might have a different opinion by then.