Respectful silence blankets expanses of empty grassy fields that are divided only by rustic wooden fences. Today is appropriately overcast. It’s peaceful here, but solemn. So many lives lost, so much blood shed so that we can live as we do today.
I find the lyric “…and I won’t forget the men who died, and gave that right to me” running through my head as I read about key landmarks here and imagine the gruesome scene that took place where I stand. I am proud to be an American, but most of all I’m grateful. Too often I take for granted the brave souls that fought for our freedom, the pride and sense of right that drove countless men to set aside everything for this country.
Where would we be without such determination? What would our lives look like if not for the men who believed so strongly that we should be our own country, independent of Great Britain? Or the men who had to face their own brothers on battlefields so that we could be united as one nation and let every man have his right to freedom? Or those who have since defended our liberty at all costs?
Countless monuments and statues that dot this landscape remind me that I owe so much to these men. I would be remiss to forget their sacrifice.
Can’t stop listening to the new album. Just brilliant.
Monday is the day we all need a little extra push, isn’t it? I know I tend to want to sleep late, eat bowls of cereal and mosey around the internet. So when I stumbled across this article which articulates exactly how I’ve been feeling and emphasized exactly what I needed to hear, I could’ve cried. It’s pretty awesome and I think you should read it too.
And oddly enough, I had just scribbled the above phrase in my sketchbook like an hour before.
Days like this make me want to write.
Windows open, early fall breeze blowing in, ruffling curtains
Iced coffee rests patiently by, the scent of candles wafts in with the wind
I envision Carrie Bradshaw, atop New York, gazing out her window as she ponders something to write
and maybe the city.
Didn’t we all want to be Carrie Bradshaw?
The writer’s life, with it’s desperate glamour
Troubled thoughts spill onto paper, released from the mind
I take it a step further
I’m a writer, but not for a sex column
I don’t know what I write about, but I do know that I write from a house on the beach
I sit on the patio that overlooks the water
and I write
But for now, until then, I will sit here at my dining room table
Windows open, early fall breeze blowing in
Piles of papers and in-progress sketchbooks surrounding me
(I should clean up.)
Jittery from coffee
I will write.
As you may know, if you know me, I spend a lot of the time thinking about/talking about/making food. The other day I was talking with my sister-in-law about food and menu planning and grocery shopping and juicing documentaries (what else?) and she was asking if I ever just open a frozen bag of something for dinner when low on time. I said I do, sometimes, but usually if I’m not cooking at home, we’re getting food from somewhere else and/or trying to figure out where we can get a decent meal at 9:57PM. (That’s besides the point though.)
After I said that, she mentioned something about how she’d be curious to find out what I do actually cook at home because she’s always looking for more ideas to incorporate into their menu, which got me thinking…
It could be cool to do a regular feature of what was (or is) on our menu for the week. I know I always find it interesting to hear what other people are making/eating (I’m weird) so documenting our culinary adventures could be helpful, kind of for my reference as much as yours, because then I can go back and ruminate on the week that we had crab cakes and steak salad and roasted veggie wraps (not in the same meal) (I’ve never once made a steak salad but it’s on my list so aha).
That being said, here’s what we ate this past week:
Coconut Quinoa and Kale Salad, grilled chicken breast
Grilled Kale Salad with Ricotta and Peaches, grilled chicken breast
Corn Cilantro Cakes with Roasted Zucchini salsa, roasted green beans with mushrooms and balsamic
Chocolate Sheet Cake with Peanut Butter Frosting
We did eat more than three meals this week, but this is all I cooked at home. Most of the other meals included ribs. (for real, and that’s kind of weird). My hands smell like barbeque sauce. And with that, I bid you adieu until next time. Hope you enjoyed this episode of WWE. haha.
Note: All images in this post are property of their respective recipe links.
Saw this quote and fell in love with it so much that I had to make an art of it.
So wise and so true. Must remember.
Craving a vacation.
1. This video is maybe the cutest thing ever. I know, I always say that. But I’m serious. Also that salad looks fabulous.
2. Raise your hand if you also want everything from this shop. Best part is the very reasonable pricing, dontcha think? I’m
patiently waiting for this dress I ordered a few days ago. Wanted mint, no mint left, settled for black…which will probably be better in the long run.
I’d wear this everyday.
3. Do you ever get tired of perfect weddings? I don’t think I do. Mayyybe it’s partly jealousy at things I didn’t do (doesn’t every past bride have that?), but mostly it’s appreciation for how stinkin’ awesome and creative some people are. (I did love my wedding, by the way.)
4. Here’s a very helpful roundup of seasonal produce for September. And if you do happen to get kale from that list, may I suggest this salad? It’s delicious and will make you feel better about a very indulgent Labor Day weekend. Not that I’d know anything about that.
5. Just a cutie for your weekend.
Oh, what’s up, perfect life?
1. Tonight is a blue moon. You know what that means, right? Drink all the Blue Moon you can! There won’t be another one until 2015. We picked up this sampler for a lil party tonight, which I’m pretty excited about. Caramel apple spice beer what?
2. It’s pear season, and my parents are proud owners of a pear tree, which means 1) They are consistently trapping squirrels who try to mooch off of their tree (they use a special squirrel trap and then my mom ‘relocates’ them to a forest nearby. seriously.) and 2) I get to share in the bounty of their tree. I used an entire bag of pears from them today to make a ginger maple pear pie (roughly based off this recipe) which is currently in my oven and smelling amazing. Bringing it to Blue Moon party.
On that note, making a pie makes me really excited for fall. Lots of pie-baking to come, hopefully. This also makes me excited for fall:
3. This post makes me want to cry a little bit. No explanation why except that I pretty much want this life someday. Oh, and the fact that it’s actually perfect.
4. I cannot stop making this thai iced tea. Lucky me that husband doesn’t love it as much as I do. I’ve been polishing off pitchers for the last couple weeks.
5. Ever have those days when you just do.not.feel.like.working.at.all? Yup, pretty much sums up my week. Also sleepiness. So I need this little reminder:
Plans for Labor Day weekend? Besides watching the Blue Moon, of course.
1. Soft serve ice cream COVERED in sprinkles. This is what everyday should look like.
Also, just sprinkles in general.
This is what is sitting on my stove right now.
This is what I had two pieces of for breakfast.
This is where the knife is readily perched for cutting more slices.
This is dangerous.
2. Milo Greene. Listen and love. Best part? They’re coming to my town in November. Hip hip!
3. Leela Cyd. Particularly her food photography. I accidently started typing phood photography, which I kind of like better. Let’s try to start that.
Browse. You won’t be sorry.