This is a perfect summertime drinking quickie of a video. It replicates about how long it takes to make the beverage. And hopefully is not drunk quite as quickly.
“Stone fruit” sounds so fancy. I love how it includes all fruits I want to eat all the time but make their way into our mouths only during the warmer months. Peaches, nectarines, plums are so perfect in sangria, and while a lot of sangria is made with apples and oranges, to me that sounds counterproductive since those are not fruits naturally found in summer and our pitted friends are! Read more
I first made “Sunshine Cookies” when I was living in a tiny apartment with my little brother in the East Village in NYC in 2011 (old post here –> http://www.bubblechild.com/2011/08/22/sunshine-cookies/). There were many Indian markets nearby on 1st Ave. and I suppose I’d just discovered turmeric and how much it dyes everything, desirable or not, so why not dye my cookies. And yellow just screams sunshine and smiles to me.
Los Angeles is not a normal “city”. The very concept of the origin of city was a metropolis, a city center, an existence more vertical and centralized than horizontal. Of course, with population growth and this phenomenon called gentrification all cities are getting a bit more wide than tall and lanky, but this is nothing new for LA. It was started this way.
LA was actually more of a marketing ploy than anything in its birth. It’s actually a desert. Life shouldn’t really exist here in the mass that it does. Publications like Sunset Magazine boasted the promise of settling new land, having space to let your “id” run wild, having a place to plant your orange trees in your own backyard and roads to drive your own car in. In fact, Los Angeles was one of the first towns to have public transportation, but since it developed right at the invention of the automobile, and of course trends are trends, they immediately converted these trolley lines into highways. Thanks guys. Thanks. I love driving in 5 p.m. traffic.
Basically, Los Angeles was founded upon people’s quests to be more private, to have their suburban life in a metropolis. To film movies at all times of the year, to profit from agriculture that would be constantly nourished by the sun (and artificial abundance of water), and to spread wide in house-lined neighborhoods. This sprawl is not surprising. It is curated and still felt today. For a city, it can be really distant. It can be isolating, unless you know where to look. Which is why I chose today to write about my new neighborhood, one that I love, and one that I didn’t even know existed until leaving Paris earlier this year. Read more
Portland was a-callin’. I have a strangely soft spot in my heart for the Pacific Northwest. Rain, superfluous hipster demographics, and slow driving aside, it’s a great place, and was a stupendous place for my dear friend Annie to have her wedding last week.
I’d made an intelligent choice of staying in my own private accomodations in an AirBnB (except for when the people staying in the house above me woke me up in the morning with their, uh, excessive cuddling) and therefore was able to sneak in a few minutes to film a quickie for y’all in between the wedding rehearsal, rehearsal dinner, the wedding itself, and, ya know, enjoying a city a little bit that I once lived in.
I can’t say that I’ve become addicted to bananas. I really cannot. But here’s a (trivial) fact: 3 out of my past 5 posts have contained them. Perhaps it’s the warm weather. Or perhaps it’s because bananas are convenient (for some odd reason, thanks foreign exchange) and delicious.