oats with mandarin, yogurt, blueberries & dark chocolate

Every time I plan a “luxurious” day-off breakfast for myself, the day of I abandon the notion entirely and prep some old reliable staple: a bowl of yogurt, warmed oatmeal, a frothy smoothie or a crisp peanut butter-slathered toast, as opposed to the stack of pancakes or maple-ribboned french toast I envision. I guess that points to my overall simplistic mindset, my fixation with routine, familiarity – a crutch sometimes but a comfort most. Occasionally, I gently lean against normality. I twist the juice out of the rinds until something a bit more imaginative comes up. Cue this, a bite of tangy citrus grated and squeezed into a normal day-to-day oat bowl. “Luxurious” enough. Certainly fulfilling enough. Continue reading “oats with mandarin, yogurt, blueberries & dark chocolate”

summer vegetarian | potato tacos + cilantro-lime slaw & sweet lime vinaigrette

I’m a graduate? It seems so. Four years of college accumulates on a piece of paper I will receive in a week or so. I don’t feel much different, aside from the minutes following my final submission. I exhaled so deeply a hum vibrated from my throat. Continue reading “summer vegetarian | potato tacos + cilantro-lime slaw & sweet lime vinaigrette”

explorations | san diego pt. 2: south park, north park & breweries

A weekend barely satisfied my San Diego itch. Yet I felt amazed at all my sister & I accomplished over the short period we were together. Day one found us perusing the downtown district, specifically the Gaslamp & Seaport Village, tasting mimosas and huevos rancheros and biding time with coffee in our hands. We also spent an embarrassing amount of time in the little white Chevy rental recharging our phones and dabbling in bizarre conversations. As we do. Continue reading “explorations | san diego pt. 2: south park, north park & breweries”

explorations | san diego pt. 1: downtown

I needed this trip. Just as I’ve needed every single pause in my reality, when friends visit for a day or when I drive out to another city just to purge myself of the parasitic elements of my home region. Nothing like watching the wind blow over the wings of an airplane, and feeling eager to land amongst the lights below, to help reclaim some semblance of joy, even if the purity of the sentiment lasts only a weekend. Continue reading “explorations | san diego pt. 1: downtown”

Photo Journal | Gothenburg Konstmuseet

The art museum of Gothenburg, Sweden is a treasure trove of painting, sculpture and history, easily accessible on the exquisite shopping street of Avenyn. Continue reading “Photo Journal | Gothenburg Konstmuseet”

Photo Journal | The Bergen Railway

Be still, and let the mountains whisk your worries beneath the snowdrifts or bury them beneath the roots of trees older than thought.  Continue reading “Photo Journal | The Bergen Railway”