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ITHACA’S ACQUIRED TASTE

Last summer I wrote a story about Sasha, one of my favorite people in the world, and Ithaca, one of my favorite places in the world, for the new food quarterly ACQUIRED TASTE. Finally the issue is out. Even though it seems like that particular evening was a million years ago, I’m so happy with how it came out, and it makes me feel good to remember those times and that summer. I’ll never get over the tiny thrill of seeing my photos in a glossy mag, it’s almost more exciting than seeing my words in print.

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COUPLED UP

Last wedding post, I promise. (And it wasn’t even my wedding!) The day of Meredith’s wedding, it poured rain, which at first was stressful, but in retrospect was kind of nice. Everything was foggy and cool and sort of mysterious looking, in that Twin Peaks-kind of way. Definitely preferable to the scorching 100+ degree temperatures we were enduring only days earlier.

GOODBYES

Our farewell brunch was cooked by talented Sasha, who, on our final morning in Ithaca, casually whipped up one of her famous frittatas. (They are beautiful to look at, and they taste even better in real life!) This one was studded with sweet corn, basil, feta, and fingerling potatoes. I ate three fat wedges! There was also a mouthwatering tomato and peach salad, tiny blueberries, and a simple green salad. I was really glad I didn’t miss this meal, because I felt bummed after missing this one. Sasha’s food is so special, it made me want to stay forever, which may have been her plan all along.

SUMMER THRILLS

Funny how time gets away from us — especially when there’s a wedding in the works. Especially when there’s 200 people coming to the wedding, and especially when you’re the maid of honor. But, as with events that seem to take a million lifetimes to plan, they all seem to be over in a split second. So I’m back in Canada, for now, and I have plenty of things to do — like this workshop that’s just around the corner. It’s going to be just great, and you know? It’s nice to be back.

NEW DIRECTIONS

Guess what? Last week I bought my very first DSLR! It’s been overwhelming and amazing trying to figure out how to work this thing, but I really love it so far. Perfect timing, too — I had it for my arrival in Ithaca and plan to bust it out every five minutes for the next two weeks.

Also, I’m kind of in love with my friend Bill’s coffee table (first photo). He has concert stubs dating back over a decade on display. Smart idea. I have a million shoeboxes stuffed with ticket stubs, and while I can’t bear to throw them away, I don’t know what to do with them, either.

Another genius idea? My friend Christian’s kimchi stew (!), third photo from bottom. He caught nine trout from the lake earlier that morning. I think I can safely say that it was some of the best fish I’ve ever had in my life. Ever.

It’s great to be back.

APPEAL FROM HEAVEN

Ahh, Ithaca. Ithaca!! Brief trip peppered with both spontaneous and planned BBQs, shotgunning beers (ouch), tiny beef sliders, eating cake, late evening gardening, poor attempts at badminton, Gimme! coffee, concerts with friends, art openings with garlic bread, Macro Mamas and debating its true macro-ness (conclusion: decidedly not), living room dance parties to ABBA, old time and whiskey at Felicia’s, and fantasizing about opening the best restaurant ever, just as soon as I win the lottery.

My latest grilling obsession: Yukon potatoes. The big kind, the cheap kind. The cheaper the better. Parboil thick discs in salted water on the stove for 15 minutes. Drain, and toss with marinade: I used smoked paprika, olive oil and sprigs of rosemary. They went on a piping hot grill, flipping frequently, until golden brown and crispy. Perfect plates for toppings and/or condiments: sour cream, ketchup, mustard, bacon, cheese.

EASTERN HOME

Sorry for the dead air — I’m in Ithaca for a few days, visiting some of my favorite people in the world, including Kathryn and Sasha and Meredith. It feels super good to be around them and also eating sandwiches and playing badminton and getting my hair cut and hearing people say, ‘Welcome home.’

As I was admiring the hand imagery from this post, I found these photos in my own archive. I took them the last time I was in Morocco — I think in 2004? — at an old mosque that had been converted into an amazing art space. Wrist to wrist, fuschia palms floating in ether…

REMAINDERED

Jocund Company recently posted some stunning photos of a foggy Ithaca winter day. Sometimes I still feel like I’m there. I woke up this morning and thought about walking to the grocery store for bread and milk. Ithaca is my phantom limb.

I never thought I would miss the Upstate New York winter freeze, but stranger things have happened. The eerie, cinematic quality of Katie’s photographs reminds me of one of my current favorite artists, Richie Skelton, who runs the British private press Sustain-Release.

Operating under a variety of guises, including A Broken Consort, Carousell and Clouwbeck, Skelton creates powerful, elemental music out of densely layered acoustic guitar, bowed strings, piano, mandolin and accordion, often laced with delicate, shimmering percussion. The result is something unique – a music that is both life-affirming and yet etched with memory and loss, evoking equal parts Arvo Part and Ry Cooder, Nick Drake and Henryk Gorecki.”

Not only are his records achingly beautiful, Skelton has a fantastic eye for overall aesthetic. Every release is painstakingly designed, and his special edition material would be a lovely present for someone you really care about. I really like how elegant, mysterious and minimalist everything is; such a nice counterpoint to all of the maxed-out cassette tape/CDR culture glut I deal with in real life. Anyway, his photographs.

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I adore his attention to detail, how lovingly everything is assembled, the clarity and focus of his vision, the palpable sense of sadness and loss in his recordings. The label, by the way, was erected in memory of his wife, who passed away earlier in the last decade.

Back in San Diego, storms continue to torment our skies. A few days ago, in a brief lull from the massive amounts of rain and wind, the sky turned a very peculiar shade of tangerine around 3pm. It started raining again shortly thereafter, but it was neon highlighters and orange peels for a while there.

BITCHES BREW

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RECOVERED FROM MY COLD SPLENDIDLY (THANKS, IMMUNE SYSTEM!) AND REWARDED MYSELF WITH A DAY-LONG BIKE RIDE, FARMERS MARKET FLATBREAD PIZZAS (SWISS CHARD, FETA, CARMELIZED ONIONS, IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING), OUTDOOR MUSIC AND EARLY EVENING THAI FOOD. CONSIDER ME CURED. XO

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peaceful moments. i’ve needed them a lot in the past few days.

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happy happy monday. xo