Sunday, October 11, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Oh violin
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
foodie: a person devoted to enjoyment of food.
I love food. And I love taking pictures of food. Amidst organizing a few years of pictures, I came across these photos of some of my favorite foods. It's crazy, this taking-pictures-of-food business. But for some reason, when I look at each picture I remember the moment, the environment, the food...
Our last night and last meal in in China. We were all seated around a large round table. This dish was amazing, and you had to delicately avoid the beautiful peppers if you ever wanted to taste again.
Venetians. Yes, the are as hard to make as they look. I will never lie about that. But they are always completely worth it. One of the many christmas cookie recipes passed down through generations, some year I will actually photodocument the ridiculous process that it takes to produce them. Again, completely worth it.
Toffee cracks. Oh toffee cracks. These were always some of the first christmas cookies we would make each year because they froze so well. Jessica was making these when our house burned down November 16th in 1995 [Correction. Jessica's baking of toffee cracks did not burn our house down. Perhaps the smell of baking numbed our senses to the initial smell of smoke, but the fire started on the opposite, addition side of our house]. Although they aren't all that difficult to make, they do require some sense of candy-making and the elaborate use of a cold glass of water. This year I took the picture when I made them very quickly to take to a last minute Christmas party. Stat toffee cracks. They turned out great.
Mocha-rum truffles. I love these truffles. For years my mom made these truffles, setting them up quickly in a bowl of ice so we could hurry the process a bit. It was perhaps one of the messiest cookies to make, as we rolled the sticky mocha truffles in cocoa and crushed walnuts. Since then I have learned to be a bit more patient and learned that it is always worth the wait. I have also started dipping them in chocolate and drizzling them with white chocolate, because it extends their plate life at parties and dinners.
Cranberry bark. How many pounds shall I make? I have given this away for the past few years because it is ridiculously easy to make and everyone loves it. I made it with toasted pistachios this year, but always go back to the toasted almonds and craisins taste. There is something so simple and addictive about them.
Pavlova. Chocolate pavlova. With raspberries and whip cream. Easily one of my favorite desserts ever. I had vanilla pavlova for the first time in New Zealand and absolutely loved it with kiwis and strawberries. Jessica made chocolate pavlova for me for the first time for my 24th birthday when I had first moved to Chicago. We were at a Gypsy Kings concert at Ravinia, and had folded up pavlova in tin foil and carried the raspberries and whip cream along with it. It looks so difficult to make and is really so easy, as long as you don't slam the oven door, and bake it at the right temperature. This particular picture was at my friend Lauren's apartment in the south loop. We had a housewarming party for her, and wondered why we don't all have dinner parties more often.
It's just a cup of hot chocolate. But it was amazing. Lijiang, China. In a little hidden restaurant called Nordic Delight (no, not turkish delight, that is from chronicles of narnia), a bunch of wonderful people from the Netherlands serve up non-chinese food with free internet access all day long. Call it a haven for travelers, call it a break for the stomach from spicy Chinese foods, but it was absolutely amazing. They have a piano that anyone can play, pile of books and games...it was reminiscent of a bed and breakfast. We had dinner there one evening by the fire inside from exploring all day, and never really wanted to leave.
When we set out on our hike on the Great Wall, we never really anticipated that it would take us about 6 hours. We had water, almonds, craisins, and granola bars. But by the time we got to the end of the wall, acrossed the bridge, up a tall set of stairs and down to the bottom by zip line, we were so ready for this meal. It was interesting sweet and sour assortment of vegetables, peanuts, and chicken. And it was amazing. It could possibly be one of my favorite meals in china.
Our last night and last meal in in China. We were all seated around a large round table. This dish was amazing, and you had to delicately avoid the beautiful peppers if you ever wanted to taste again.
Venetians. Yes, the are as hard to make as they look. I will never lie about that. But they are always completely worth it. One of the many christmas cookie recipes passed down through generations, some year I will actually photodocument the ridiculous process that it takes to produce them. Again, completely worth it.
Toffee cracks. Oh toffee cracks. These were always some of the first christmas cookies we would make each year because they froze so well. Jessica was making these when our house burned down November 16th in 1995 [Correction. Jessica's baking of toffee cracks did not burn our house down. Perhaps the smell of baking numbed our senses to the initial smell of smoke, but the fire started on the opposite, addition side of our house]. Although they aren't all that difficult to make, they do require some sense of candy-making and the elaborate use of a cold glass of water. This year I took the picture when I made them very quickly to take to a last minute Christmas party. Stat toffee cracks. They turned out great.
Mocha-rum truffles. I love these truffles. For years my mom made these truffles, setting them up quickly in a bowl of ice so we could hurry the process a bit. It was perhaps one of the messiest cookies to make, as we rolled the sticky mocha truffles in cocoa and crushed walnuts. Since then I have learned to be a bit more patient and learned that it is always worth the wait. I have also started dipping them in chocolate and drizzling them with white chocolate, because it extends their plate life at parties and dinners.
Cranberry bark. How many pounds shall I make? I have given this away for the past few years because it is ridiculously easy to make and everyone loves it. I made it with toasted pistachios this year, but always go back to the toasted almonds and craisins taste. There is something so simple and addictive about them.
Pavlova. Chocolate pavlova. With raspberries and whip cream. Easily one of my favorite desserts ever. I had vanilla pavlova for the first time in New Zealand and absolutely loved it with kiwis and strawberries. Jessica made chocolate pavlova for me for the first time for my 24th birthday when I had first moved to Chicago. We were at a Gypsy Kings concert at Ravinia, and had folded up pavlova in tin foil and carried the raspberries and whip cream along with it. It looks so difficult to make and is really so easy, as long as you don't slam the oven door, and bake it at the right temperature. This particular picture was at my friend Lauren's apartment in the south loop. We had a housewarming party for her, and wondered why we don't all have dinner parties more often.
It's just a cup of hot chocolate. But it was amazing. Lijiang, China. In a little hidden restaurant called Nordic Delight (no, not turkish delight, that is from chronicles of narnia), a bunch of wonderful people from the Netherlands serve up non-chinese food with free internet access all day long. Call it a haven for travelers, call it a break for the stomach from spicy Chinese foods, but it was absolutely amazing. They have a piano that anyone can play, pile of books and games...it was reminiscent of a bed and breakfast. We had dinner there one evening by the fire inside from exploring all day, and never really wanted to leave.
When we set out on our hike on the Great Wall, we never really anticipated that it would take us about 6 hours. We had water, almonds, craisins, and granola bars. But by the time we got to the end of the wall, acrossed the bridge, up a tall set of stairs and down to the bottom by zip line, we were so ready for this meal. It was interesting sweet and sour assortment of vegetables, peanuts, and chicken. And it was amazing. It could possibly be one of my favorite meals in china.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Wisdom teeth weekend
It has been months since my last post. The last 6 months have been somewhat a blur of school and work that consume hours of days and days of weeks and weeks of months... I start to become annoyed with the phrase "I'm too busy to..." and wonder what happened to all of the hobbies that I once loved. It is easy to get into a pity party and forget why I started this big endeavor to begin with. Which is why it is always nice to have a break from school and work.Last weekend I went to Indiana for a long weekend to spend some time with my brother and his wife and three of my seven total nieces. It was a much needed mini vacation and I got caught up on my current disney movies, highschool musical 3 karaoke, and 1st grade reading material.
To celebrate Labor Day, I had my wisdom teeth taken out on Friday. I would probably be a perfectly happy clam if it was just the top two which were easily pulled out and don't hurt much at all. But the bottom two were taken out surgically, around some nerves. And I'm still feeling the nerves on both sides. I'm not sure what to think of it. If i hear a door slam or something drop or a noise too loud, the pain gets worse and I want to scream. Ouch. It's strange. I'd rather not be around anything or anyone that makes noise.
That said, in the last two days I have watched 3 stupid movies and 2 good ones, organized and bought books for fall quarter, read the Time Traveler's Wife in two sittings, caught up with some friends while talking as little as possible, reorganized a lot of digital pics, eaten a lot of ice cream, and tried in the end, not to do or say anything too important or stupid while taking vicodin and motrin atc.
Photo editing is one favorite luxury that time doesn't often allow for. So vala, here I was feeling somewhat other-worldly, and I decided to edit a big pile of pictures I took last weekend at my brother's house. I love these girls. Not only because they are my nieces and also ridiculously photogenic. But because they have such big hearts and big personalities to go with. They ask inquisitive questions and love little things that I loved when I was little, like reading in bed with a nightlamp. It has been so much fun to watch three babies grow up into girls with hopes and dreams and personalities, and to be part of their family who can be there for them as they grow. I wish there was a way to bottle their innocence.





Thursday, January 15, 2009
Adventures in China
The Summer Palace was beautiful! Set on the edge of a lake, it is a series of beautiful architecture where the emperor used to spend summers...
I liked some Chinese meals better than others, but breakfast was always a big hit. :) Most of the time it was some kind of egg pancake, but this was a sweet rice tortilla with peanutbutter sauce inside.

Saturday, October 25, 2008
To fall...
Lydia. I love this little girl. She calls me "Dar" and gives the best hugs and kisses a person could ever hope for. She has the makings of a comedian, and can melt your heart with her eyes.



I love fall. The crunch in the leaves and apples, the bite in the cold air, the smell of woodsmoke that reminds me of home, remembering my sweaters and scarfs like old friends, and leaving the oven open when I finish making cookies. All of these things are my favorite.
But when I close my eyes and feel the wind blow, I really can't believe that it's almost November. I feel like I lost September, and while I have enjoyed October, it too seems to be slipping through my fingers as the streets and stores slowly fill with Christmas. Forgetting Thanksgiving has always been a huge issue to me. It seems like our culture these days forgets all about what it means to be thankful and to set aside to remember that... and skips right to giving and receiving. Maybe if we hung out on Thanksgiving more....
My trip to China is finally coming into shape, as we finish up our itinerary and get our visas... I'm getting so excited not only to visit a foreign country that I have never been to, but to have the opportunity to spend some quality time with two of my closest friends. Two people that I play cross-country and time-zone phone tag with to stay in touch, and yet never seem to lose contact all together. It's going to be great.
The past few weeks have been challenging at work. Challenging perhaps, an understatement. Taxing to the point of complete frustration and breaking point burn out would be to put it better. Sick sick patients, difficult family situations, technology problems, overwhelming staffing issues... and yet, somehow, our staff in the end always seems to pull it together and make it work. We stay late, come early, and burn ourselves out. Its great and horrible. A picture of unity and stupidity at best. So I remind myself that there is a light at the end of my tunnel at least. I rounded with palliative care yesterday in my student role in the FNP program. I ended up in mediation between an upset staff nurse and the rounding attending... I'm not quite sure how it happened, but at that moment in that position, for once I could see myself in this type of role and think I could actually be good at it... it's exciting, or at least I think so.
For now I'm looking forward to the rest of my life.
I love fall. The crunch in the leaves and apples, the bite in the cold air, the smell of woodsmoke that reminds me of home, remembering my sweaters and scarfs like old friends, and leaving the oven open when I finish making cookies. All of these things are my favorite.
But when I close my eyes and feel the wind blow, I really can't believe that it's almost November. I feel like I lost September, and while I have enjoyed October, it too seems to be slipping through my fingers as the streets and stores slowly fill with Christmas. Forgetting Thanksgiving has always been a huge issue to me. It seems like our culture these days forgets all about what it means to be thankful and to set aside to remember that... and skips right to giving and receiving. Maybe if we hung out on Thanksgiving more....
My trip to China is finally coming into shape, as we finish up our itinerary and get our visas... I'm getting so excited not only to visit a foreign country that I have never been to, but to have the opportunity to spend some quality time with two of my closest friends. Two people that I play cross-country and time-zone phone tag with to stay in touch, and yet never seem to lose contact all together. It's going to be great.
The past few weeks have been challenging at work. Challenging perhaps, an understatement. Taxing to the point of complete frustration and breaking point burn out would be to put it better. Sick sick patients, difficult family situations, technology problems, overwhelming staffing issues... and yet, somehow, our staff in the end always seems to pull it together and make it work. We stay late, come early, and burn ourselves out. Its great and horrible. A picture of unity and stupidity at best. So I remind myself that there is a light at the end of my tunnel at least. I rounded with palliative care yesterday in my student role in the FNP program. I ended up in mediation between an upset staff nurse and the rounding attending... I'm not quite sure how it happened, but at that moment in that position, for once I could see myself in this type of role and think I could actually be good at it... it's exciting, or at least I think so.
For now I'm looking forward to the rest of my life.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Again?
Yesterday I had another student for 12 hours.
This time she was an archeologist that spent most of her year in egypt digging up pyramids each summer. She decided to move to chicago, go to college again and become a nurse instead.
I only hope that I can display that kind of passion for what I'm doing with my life.
This time she was an archeologist that spent most of her year in egypt digging up pyramids each summer. She decided to move to chicago, go to college again and become a nurse instead.
I only hope that I can display that kind of passion for what I'm doing with my life.
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