in the last few years my mom has gotten really into mushroom hunting. there are a lot of woods where we live, and she’s always looked for morels in the spring but now it’s a fall thing too. tonight for dinner we had these purple wood blewits that she found! they’re this mesmerizing lavender color while they sauté. (then…they get a little greyish violet when fully cooked. but they still taste good!)
she also found a few puffballs (they kind of look like bleached skulls…white and smooth…)
the other day we had one of the puffballs with herbs and canadian bacon, and it was DELICIOUS. kind of like a mix between real mozzarella cheese and tofu, but more earthy, kind of like comfort food.
i can’t wait to see what she’s going to do with the next one!
p.s. it is SO HILARIOUS how secretive mushroom hunters are about “their spots.” i know someone who’s actually left the coordinates of the place he mushrooms in his will, so only a select heir will know where it is. no joke.
august 25th: caprese salad with capers
august 26th: messy hair, first real bonfire of the summer (at the secret beach)
warning: if you’re related to me and your birthday is on monday, don’t read this.
diving into the cliche abyss day 2:
today i bought presents for my sister for her 17th birthday (she wanted gold-ish, neutral-ish earrings that she could wear with everything…and i had to put them on to make sure they looked all right) and took my laptop into the shop and didn’t wash my hair and went to a street fair.
when i don’t like my face i overcompensate by taking lots of photos of it to convince myself we’re not so bad, and my phone is an enabler.
i’ve decided that because i’m a lazy (indecisive?) blogger and this space is hardly ever updated i’m going to take on something simple. something that dives to the heart of my omnipresent fear of being a hugely irrelevant cliche, rather than skirting around the edge of it, trying not to look at that gaping abyss.
the instagram collage.
the weather was rainy and so was i. i had a mondo productive week last week face painting at cherry festival, and this week was kind of a respite/screeching halt (accompanied by a nice uptick in can’t-get-out-of-bed-before-noon depression). so i went down to the bay to read mists of avalon in my car, in the mist.
i also bought new lipstick (kate for rimmel london 01) and i’m madly in love with it because it looks RED with my skin tone rather than PINK which is totally unprecedented.
i forgot to put sunscreen on my feet while i was face painting and got sun poisoning (basically just a really hot rash) which faded to this nice sandal-strap tan.
the stripes are just the right width and the 3/4 length sleeves hit just below my elbows and it’s unbelievably soft and has a cute little pocket on the left breast.
(BUT obligatory fatshion h&m sizing note: last year when i bought a handful of sundresses from h&m i rhapsodized about their sizing because i found a ton of things that fit and looked good. i’m kind of tempted to take it back. their sizing is SO inconsistent! this shirt is a medium and fits just right (huh?!), but i tried on a GORGEOUS grey chiffon-y dress that was a 14 and it needed at least 7 more inches in the waist/bust. my dress size isn’t 14, so it’s really not surprising, but it’s kind of bittersweet that sometimes their sizing is so generous and sometimes it’s really really NOT. ugh.)
but these are the best cookies in the world!
(white chocolate cherry boomchunkas from the cherry republic. isn’t the name just ridiculously fun, too? who wouldn’t want to eat a boomchunka? really, these are also delicious with dark chocolate.)
i had a chance to see this film in august (as part of the state theatre in traverse city’s monday night documentary series) and i’ve been searching for a way to watch it again, and one totally just fell into my lap. huzzah for grad school colloquiums!
i’m so excited. you can schedule a screening here, if you’re interested. it’s so so worth it. !women art revolution was also selected by MOMA New York as one of the 3 best documentaries of 2011, just in case you’re not convinced by my glowing review.