DC = lunch at Ben's Chilly Bowl, an awkward hike in Rock Creek Park, a walk in Mount Pleasant, and good times with hookahs & dirty martinis.
More importantly, DC = where great friends live and gather, for now.
Wednesday's picture is of a neighborhood fungi, a beauty.
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Today, partly on a whim and partly because I've been wanting to for a long time, I cut my hair. More specifically, Alia cut my hair and gave me full-on-all-the-way-across-my-forehead bangs.
It's a bit drastic, I know, but not as drastic as something that would warrant the reaction I got from Jason. He HATED them! Still does.
To that I want to say : Deal with it, but sadly can't.
I know I look different and considerably so, but I'm still the same person.
Needless to say, although my haircut was free, it cost me many, many tears.
I like them, as uneven as they may be, and hope to wear them for a while to come.
Hopefully he'll get over it, for as much as he says that they're the least flattering thing I could have done to myself.
Will go with me to see this one?
A silent, black and white, Freudian (vampire) melodrama?
This has "Valeska-good" written all over it. I think I lost Jason at silent.
From today and until next Tuesday you can hear Icky Thump in its entirety before its release. Yeah, it's MTV, so? Did you really need to be convinced though?
Aren't these buttons just too cute?
OK, so I finished this a while ago (right before memorial day) and just have no desire to start talking about it right away. I wanted it done and out of sight for a while. Can you tell I'm disappointed? It looks beautiful, pretty much what I had envisioned in my head -- especially the sleeves that took me longer than I would have liked because of the color/needle changes along the pattern. The problem is when I try it on...
In this picture I'm cheating (holding the excess with my left hand). Lengthwise it's OK, maybe a little too long but nothing too terrible. It's width wise where the problem lies. Extremely too wide! I know, I know, I have no one to blame except myself. GAUGE, GAUGE, GAUGE! I was so good too, or so I thought. Checking every once in a while but I guess not often enough. Sadly, unless I use it as layering in the winter (it's actually pretty warm even as cotton, very dense cotton) I will never be able to show this beauty off. I honestly look awful in it, with all the lumps and what not. To think I followed the instructions for the XS.
My second failed attempt with this poor yarn and I have only weeks of agony to show for it. Heart breaking.
Perhaps the third time is the charm? The summer knitty issue is up.
Perhaps a sophie or a coachella?
Perhaps I'm not that much of a masochist?
Perhaps I should just forget it and go for the wisp or the chapeau marnier in a dark chocolate?
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Yesterday we had a party for Jason's B-day and, as usual, he requested I make cuban food. So I called my grandma in miami and asked her for some recipes. She's great at this; tells you in great detail what the ingredients are but don't even ask her in what amount. "Ay hija, yo no se, un poquito..."
My grandmother cooks from the heart, or at least that's how I feel about it. She just knows when it's right without measuring cups or written recipes. This is how I ventured into making frijoles blancos (white beans) and pierna de lechon asada (oven roasted pork shoulder). The provisions (tostones, yuca fries, and fufu) are pretty straight forward but the other two had me worried.
I can say that the outcome was truly amazing even to myself. It all came together at once. I knew I was going in the right path the minute my apartment was filled with the aroma of my grandmother's house on saturday afternoons when we would have our late family lunches. Imagine the smell of softened beans as they come out of the pressure cooker alongside the sofrito (onion, garlic, green and red pepper, salt, cumin, oregano, and bay leaves) placed on the fire, and the oven giving off an indication of the melding of bitter orange, lime, and garlic to the pork meat.
The party was great fun -- Leticia and Mariano got Jason an almost indestructible donkey pinata. I think the makers made it to "the drunken adult" specifications.
The birthday cake was a strawberry cheesecake (big surprise considering last year it was passion fruit cheesecake, and the year before that a margarita cheesecake, and the year before that a plain cheesecake, and the year before that...) which, I spent all of friday night making. Oh yeah, Kieran and Luke are here visiting.
Now, I'm a little exhausted but overall content with the outcome. I hope our guests had as much fun as I did.
Abuela, quizas nunca podras leer estas palabras, pero tu sabes que te quiero.
Has enriquezido mi vida en una manera que no podre describir con palabras.
Esto quiero que el mundo entero lo sepa.
Maybe things are best left to the imagination.
You let me know.
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