farm part deux

you may have seen a similar post over on dahlia press, but if you havent yet- here's a little taste of the farm in fall swing. a little bit americana, a little bit delicious. i really love going back home to the farm; it's grounding and my mother's garden makes me swoon. special thanks to mr. scott noble for taking my dad fishing a providing the fresh salmon for a dinner that would have made michael pollan proud: wild salmon, potatoes & beets right out of the ground, fresh tomatoes and peach pie. heaven. funny how when i was 18, i couldnt get out of town fast enough.

wino wednesday

since my dear friend brittany spears also had a 'very poor-failure' rating on the good wife chart, something must be done. and so to inspire her in the kitchen every wednesday, i begin by getting her good and drunk. this makes simple things like remembering to dump the can of chili into the pot difficult at times, but brings so much humor into the kitchen space that it is well worth the effort. for your new and personalized 'art of cooking' cookbook; last nights recipe:

baked potato chili and zucchini (difficulty level: beginner)
step one: boil potatoes - chop into smaller pieces, cook until soft when forked
step two: open can of chili, dump into pot on stove, simmer on med-low
step three: saute (4) sliced zukes in a pan with 2 T. (tablespoons, remember these are the lines of the cube of butter), about 5-7 minutes until tender and golden brown
step four: add my secret magical ingredients to potatoes and zukes- "salt.peppa.garlic"
step four: dish up and top with shredded cheddar and a side of sour cream

cheers chef spears!

real estate lust

i have a new crush. it's a cool new moden house in wallingford. my double-o agent cullen took me to see it this past weekend and it was lust at first sight. the architecture is well thought out and the finishes are a great quality for the list price of $499,950. also it has 3 bedrooms. i can only dream about what i would do with THREE whole bedrooms. i'm sure anyone that has enjoyed a stay in my ghetto basement could appreciate this; you know who you are.

googlie eyes as promised

following up yesterday's post with evan's favortite artist: mark ryden. we saw his show at the frye several years back- wondertoonel, and he also has a few pieces down at roq la rue in belltown. word on the street is that he is a severe insomniac. and an artist, so by default he's a bit of a wierdo. you can check out some of his freakier content here if you dare; this one 'girl in a fur skirt' i might consider hanging at home, if not for it's $75K starting price.

sketch sketch

last night after watching too many you tube videos (a most incredible time suck) i decided to attempt some figure sketching. i havent sketched in a really really long time. aside from not being able to find a pencil sharpener OR an eraser, i did get a few things down that looked passably like parts of myself (though dont think for a minute i would post them here); which reminded me of one of my favorite artists, ethan murrow.

his works are massive (think 12' long by 6'high)and are done entirely with a pencil- so i think he may have carpel tunel or something unfortunate (which conversely makes his art more valuable- a concept that bugs me) but either way, he is fantastic. tomorrow i'll tell you who evan's favorite artist is. he totally creeps me out- channeling creepy fawns and abe lincoln and little girls with googlie eyes- take a stab if you think you know who it is. pun for sure intended.

ornamental ornithophobia

so how many birds is too many for a girl with a fear of birds? could i really sleep with them on top of me? even if i had a fabulous orange jonathan adler thow to distract myself?

this dilemma reminds me of a recent joke: we dont serve beer to bears in bars in billings. maybe better off with no birds on bedspreads in bedrooms for bananas.

nobody puts baby in a corner

yesterday was a sad day. can you believe kanye west? my favorite quote of the ordeal came from katy perry, who said 'it was like stepping on a kitten', which seemed about right. and patrick swayze died. tonight evan and i will be putting on dirty dancing and prancing about the living room saying things to each other like 'i carried a watermellon'. okay, really it will be me doing these things while evan tries not to silently judge my obsession. how do you call your lover boy?