Crack Cheese Available online!

It may be possible for a Lowcountry southerner to survive above the Mason-Dixon after all:

http://palmettocheese.myshopify.com/collections/vendors?q=Pawleys+Island+Specialty+Foods

They even have a crack cheese blog!!!! with VIDEOS.

http://palmettocheese.wordpress.com/

If you have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about, click on the first link and buy yourself a container of Palmetto Cheese (I vote for the jalapeño variety). My dad, who knows a lot about everything, is convinced that the lady on the lid (again, you'll know what I mean when you buy some which I assume you are doing RIGHT NOW) puts heroin in the secret recipe. You can't just have one cracker. Next thing you know, it's dark out, the tub is empty, and you're ten pounds heavier. But happy. Very happy.

UPDATE: They also sell shirts that say "I'm addicted"-- proof, I tell you! Proof! I may have to buy one. Or four. I know a lot of addicts.

UPDATE AGAIN (I clearly posted this too quickly): Apparently the lady on the lid is Vetrella Brown, who is credited with adding the, ahem, "soulful" touch to Palmetto cheese. I think we all know what soulful means.

Deer Me (it's been a long time since I posted last)

Much to my dismay, grad school doesn't leave much time for crafting. If I'm being analytical, grad school doesn't leave much time for anything, including but not limited to, husbands, friends, cooking, family, cats, exploring your neat new neighborhood, going to museums, exercising, etc. It also doesn't leave me much time for shopping, which is a very good thing. But I struggle with the loss of the other activities, especially the husband/family ones.

Last weekend, the last thing I wanted to do was pick up my drafting materials and draw out floor plans. While procrastinating feels good in the moment, the accumulation of it = eventual anxiety. How do I deal with anxiety? Crafting, of course (this may be interpreted as more procrastination... but I think that would be inaccurate. But that's just my opinion of course.)

New Nest!

You may have noticed that my posts have been rather infrequent (non-existent?) lately. I haven't forgotten about you, Dear Readers, not at all; rather, Miles, the cats and I have packed up and moved to Brooklyn, NY, and it's taken quite a while to get adjusted and back to regular life. We're still not quite there, but we're probably as close as we're going to get for a while! I started my Master's program in Interior Design at Pratt this week (the reason we moved), so wish me luck on what I anticipate to be a very difficult but rewarding 3 years... Fingers crossed.

Our new nest is perhaps the polar opposite of our LA nest. We live in the basement apartment of a brownstone with a little excitable Italian landlord who doesn't speak English (I told him our sink wasn't draining and he told me I probably put too much paper down it. Most conversations don't go that well.). It's taking some adjustment not having some comforts like a dishwasher... or sunlight... but it's starting to come together. I'm determined not to let a NY apartment (or grad school) keep me from my nest-feathering pursuits, so keep tuned in for my next few posts... Thanks!

(here are some pictures from our trip to the Big Apple last fall... because let's be honest, who wants to read a blog without pictures???)

Catnip Crafts

As you may have guessed, I'm borderline obsessed with my two cats, Chandler and Whitey Ford. They're such an active part of our little family! I send their "grandmaggie" (my mom) pictures of them every day, doing things that I'm sure signal their obvious genius, but to others probably just look like cats being cats. I think they're brilliant (it's true, they are.).

Anywho, when they were babies, Miles and I bought them little catnip toys shaped like fruit. Whitey adopted the bananas and Chandler, the strawberry. There's also a cherry-at-large, which gets passed around. They can entertain themselves for HOURS with this fruit. It's adorable. Unfortunately, one day tragedy struck.

I sucked up the strawberry in the vacuum cleaner.

I spent a half an hour rooting through the very full bag looking for Chandler's baby with him by my side. Short of dumping the dirt out in the kitchen, I realized I would not find the toy, and even if I did, it would be so dusty that it would probably choke him. I felt like my mom must have felt when she left my sister's blanket, Fuzzy B, at McDonald's and it got thrown away. I searched high and low across three states for replacement catnip strawberries, but they had been discontinued (damn you, Petco!). Chandler adopted the cherries, but you could tell he just didn't feel the same about them. Then, to top it all off, when we moved the cats across the country two weeks ago, I LEFT THE STUPID CHERRIES IN CALIFORNIA. Poor Chan just can't catch a break! So, to make up for my shortcomings, I decided to make him his very own strawberry. Plus, this one would be made in South Carolina, not China, so I wouldn't have to worry that it was dipped in formaldehyde, which isn't so good for cats. Or people.

Whitey was pretty jealous of the strawberry, so I made him a jalapeno.

Chan playing with the jalapeno...

Whitey, molesting the strawberry (Whitey has a tongue to match 70 grit sandpaper, so the strawberry is in rough shape right now. I'm investigating ways to make it sturdier, because at this rate, the strawberry will be demolished in about 18 hours...)

Not bad, right?? Maybe I could have a cat toy side business. I'd call it "Fuzzy Drumsticks and the Chan Chan Man"! (that's also the name of the children's book I'm planning on writing, but that's another post).

On the Road

Greetings from somewhere in Arizona... For those of you who don't know, we are undergoing a de-feathering of the nest. In fact, the nest is moving to Brooklyn! It's quite exciting. Not quite as exciting as a road trip with two cats, but exciting nonetheless. Speaking of road trips, you haven't lived until you've driven across the desert with two cats. Whitey Ford was brave enough to use the kitty litter pan while in motion. Out of respect for his privacy, I'll refrain from posting the picture of it. You'll have to take my word for it that it was priceless.

Instead of devasting my cat's dignity, I'll leave you with a photo of a very cool Dairy Queen we stopped at in Holbrook, AZ. Very retro- take a look:



Taken with the hipstamatic iPhone app- another find!

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Finally! Eastern Columbia follow-up.

My posts have been long-delayed, dear readers, and for that, I am sorry. I'm actually in the process of un-feathering my nest-- more on that later. In the meantime, please feast your eyes on the interiors of the ECB in downtown Los Angeles. Kelly Wearstler did the interior design.

These elevator doors are original to the building; the motif on them is exactly the same as the design on the elevator doors in the Chrysler Building in New York, except the Chrysler doors are inlaid wood instead of mirror. I was very excited to realize that as I was doing research for my historical analysis paper. I felt like an intrepid discoverer.

Cookbooks I can't live without. (part deux)

Many moons ago I started a "Cookbooks I can't live without" series (by series, I mean one post. My life has been very busy, which I will elaborate upon further at a later date. No, I'm not pregnant!).

Well, back to business. I miss my blog! Here we go, diving right back into the kitchen.  Cookbook number two: Cooking for Two: Perfect Meals for Pairs by Jessica Strand.

(image courtesy of barnesandnoble.com)

In the interest of full disclosure, what I love most about this book is its design. It's very visually appealing, which is muy importante to me when I'm purchasing a cookbook. Let's be honest: most of the fun of a cookbook is flipping through, reading the the recipes, and finding something that looks so irresistible that you must- MUST-- drop all previous cooking plans and start trying that recipe immediately (you're probably starting to get a pretty good idea about how and why I get into so many kitchen conundrums.)

My favorite recipe in this one is for individual chicken pot pies. It's a great way to use leftover chicken and vegetables you have sitting around,  and it seems much fancier than it is. The more I cook, the more I start to understand how a recipe works, if it will work, if it's missing something... And so here, I must be honest; as much as I love this cookbook, I have found some flaws, at least in this particular recipe. Flaw #1: it doesn't mention SALT. I'm pretty sure that's an oversight. Believe you me, I followed this one to the letter once, sans salt, and while it was fine, it definitely would have benefitting from a bit of the ol' salty salty. Also, it requires you to make a bechamel sauce for the insides of the pies; once you've learned how to do that, which is quite easy, you start to recognize when a sauce will work, and when it will make dough instead of sauce. This one required too little butter for the amount of flour it called for-- 2 tablespoons butter to 1/4 cup of flour! So I increased the butter to 3 tablespoons and used a scant 1/4 C. Perfect. Here's my adapted recipe after the jump (CLICK READ MORE, MAMA)-- enjoy!

A business-minded cat.

I couldn't resist sharing these pictures. What a funny dude. Whitey Ford gets obsessed with sleeping spots; for months he slept in a green upholstered chair, claiming it as his own to the point where if you sat in it at all, he flipped out. This month's obsession: the dining table on top of the mail. Behold:

What a doll.

Walking in LA

People don't walk in LA unless they are absolutely forced. Couldn't park close to the elevator at the Grove? Walk. No street parking outside your friend's apartment in West Hollywood? Walk. I, however, chose to walk around downtown LA on Monday-- something people DEFINITELY don't do. Angelenos avoid downtown like the plague. A few hip rebels live in the newly renovated lofts down there and swear by their neighborhood choice, but I suspect there are many people born and raised in LA who have never set foot south of the 101 and east of the 110.

It's a shame really, because if you get out of your car for a second and look up, you get the idea that LA is much more culturally rich than Hollywood has lead you to believe-- and the evidence is in the architecture. I'm writing a historical design analysis paper for my interior design class this week, and I've chosen to focus on the Eastern Columbia Building. I'm an Art Decophile. F. Scott Fitzgerald is one of my favorite authors, and I'm fascinated by the Jazz Age; Art Deco is the architectural extension of that period, marked by post-war exuberance and the desire to let loose and rebel against the pre-war Victorian era and wartime austerity. Take a look at these pictures and tell me you don't feel the same way...

Turquoise terra cotta-- it's how LA does Art Deco

A great example of zig-zag Art Deco

These are the original terrazzo sidewalks, which were restored when the building underwent a condo conversion in 2007

Enough procrastinating! Back to the paper. I'll update this post with more detail and interior shots of the Eastern Columbia Building (ID by Kelly Wearstler, the grand dame of Los Angeles maximalist interior design, which plays quite well with Art Deco. You'll see!)

The Devil is a Chocolate Salted Caramel Cake.

Easter Sunday was not the finest day for our household. We planned our day around a tutoring session Miles had at 11; we thought we'd go to an early service, Miles would go to tutoring, then we'd relax for the rest of the day. Ha. So we thought. We missed church due to an internet snafu (services were at 10:30, not at 9 as the website said), and Miles' student canceled the lesson right as he was walking out the door (how thoughtful.). In an attempt to turn our day around, I decided to bake a cake.

I may never bake again.

For starters, I should have listened to my mother when she told me it was insane to bake a cake when my kitchen sink was clogged. How many dirty dishes can it possibly make, I thought. I work in a bakery. I should have KNOWN how many dirty dishes it would cause. Mountains of them.

Lesson number 2: always read the recipe in its entirety before you commit to the project. Had I done that, I would have noticed that the recipe required me to make caramel-- twice-- which is something I'd never done before. That may have given me pause. Oh, if only I had been given pause...

The cake baking went fantastically. I have some new Chicago Metallic 8" round pans that performed like magic. While the layers were cooling, I worked on the salted caramel and whipped caramel ganache. Cue the ominous music. I thought caramel batch #1 was a little burned, so I seriously erred on the side of caution for batch #2, which was for the whipped ganache. As a result, the ganache never really achieved the "fluffy" consistency the recipe indicated, even after HOURS of whipping. I'm not exaggerating. We had an EARTHQUAKE, and my little KitchenAid artisan stand mixer was still there in the corner, whipping away.

At Miles's suggestion, I made a 3rd batch of caramel; the idea was that if I added more caramel to my ganache milkshake, maybe it would thicken up. This third batch was PERFECT. The most beautiful batch of caramel you've ever seen. It did nothing for my milkshake. Finally, I decided to just start over with the frosting (keep in mind that we're washing dishes in the bathroom sink because the kitchen sink is so clogged that water is backing up out of the dishwasher. By the end of all of this, I've washed so much chocolate down the bathroom sink that it's coming out of the toilet. That was exciting.).

Batch #4 of caramel was somewhere between batch #3 and batch #1, and when I whipped it, a liquid came out of it that I thought was unusual but just went with. What did I know?? After all of that, the frosting really didn't look that much different than the first batch. At this point, I had made Miles make me a whiskey. I could hardly bear to look at the cake, let alone frost it. But I soldiered through (I know! I'm tough, that's what you're thinking. It's true. I am.). However, at this point, my cake layers had been cooling for about 9 hours. One of the layers had the consistency of almost-dried concrete. Great. I didn't care. I was frosting this cake if it was the last thing I was going to do. As you can imagine, milkshake frosting doesn't exactly stick so well to the side of the cake, so after a little refrigeration, I could get it to do my bidding (must keep this in mind when dealing with Miles).

I'm getting stressed out reliving this, so let's just get to the pictures:

No, they don't let me frost cupcakes at the bakery, if that's what you're wondering. But not toooo bad looking, right? "Rustic" maybe, but not hideously ugly. Take a look at what it looked like the next day:

Sigh.

At least it tasted good. Unfortunately, I now feel like I have to defend my baking skills to Miles, so I think I'll tackle banana cupcakes next. To be continued (cue ominous music)...

Cookbooks I can't live without.

I would make an amazing housewife. Just ask my old roommate, Lindsay. I went through an unemployed period after college, and Lindsay worked for Smith Barney. Since I had nothing else to do with my time, I spent my days pondering what we were going to fix for dinner and getting it ready. Times have since changed-- I'm employed, Lindsay's not (she's in school!), we're both married-- but I still love to cook.

I also love to collect cookbooks. Few things in this world hold my attention like a really well designed cookbook. Rule number one: it must have pictures. Cookbooks need to be visually pleasing in my book. I'm instantly suspicious of a cookbook that doesn't have pictures. There are exceptions to this rule, the main one being The Joy of Cooking, but I'll get to that later.  Rule number two: it needs to have ingredients that you can actually find in the grocery store. This stems from growing up in a small town in South Carolina, where running to the Asian market wasn't exactly an option.

I've never had much use for coffee table books-- they're gigantic, they're expensive, and my coffee table is crowded enough without a 1000 page tome on fashion adding to the mess. But cookbooks-- especially beautiful and fun cookbooks-- make ideal coffee table books.

I'll be writing this post in segments, since I have too many books to name and not enough time to do so. Without further ado... (drumroll) Here are ones that I love:

THE ENCYCLOPEDIA:

The Joy of Cooking, by Irma S. Rombauer, Marion Rombauer Becker, and Ethan Becker (image courtesy of amazon.com).

If you have a stove, you need this book. I have yet to find a cooking question this book cannot answer.  The Rombauer-Beckers give you the basics-- how to prepare and how to simply cook the ingredient-- then they elaborate with recipes that incorporate it. Currently my bookmark is on page 104, lentil soup.  Need to know how to cook kohlrabi? Have no idea what kohlrabi is? Joy of Cooking. (Kohlrabi, by the way, appears to be a cross between a turnip and cabbage, but is neither a root or a leafy vegetable. In fact, it is a "swollen stem". True story!)

To be continued...

I'm back!

To both of my followers, I apologize for the delay in postings! My computer had the poor manners to die on me last week, and it's hard to blog without the contraption, so I've been forced to do things like call people on the phone instead of email and talk to my husband instead of surfing the internet. It's been interesting, I have to say. On the bright side, I'm still married; on the less bright side, I'm pretty sure I've used up all my minutes for March.

ANYWHO! Back to the real excitement. While I've been cyberly-MIA, I refinished a chair that I bought from the St. Vincent de Paul Thrift Store here in LA.  I've been wanting to tackle reupholstery for a while, but it's always seemed out of my skill range, so I thought a cheap chair ($19!) with a removable seat cushion would be a fairly painless place to start. It was. Fairly. It was certainly a learning experience-- in fact, I'm still learning from it.

Take a look at it before:

Not so impressive, right? (Thrift store furniture smells AWESOME to cats. I had to lock them out of the room while I worked on this because of their insistence on rolling about on the cushion).  (And yes, The Chan-Chan Man is wearing a cone-- he had an itchy back paw that he was trying to chew off. Unfortuntely, he could still chew on the foot with cone on, so we eventually took it off. It was mildly entertaining to watch him walk into the furniture, however.).

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Remember me?

Dear Readers, if there are any of you left out there after this extended hiatus,

I wish I could tell you that I've been exiled to an exotic island devoid of WiFi, or that I've been been on set of the new Meryl Streep movie for two weeks and unable to break away to blog because Meryl's decided she wants to adopt me. Alas, my life is not that exciting. I've been in a very intense acting class for the past two weeks, and any spare minute I have is spent asleep. I've had no chance to do anything creative outside of my work for class, hence no bloggies lately. Class is over this Wednesday, though (HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY!), and after that, I anticipate getting back to a more normal life. Until then, I'll share with you a picture of a chair that I saw at Barney's and fell in love with:

Mark my words, I will own this one day. It's supremely comfortable. I'm not one for much uber-modern design, but I love the idea of this in a room of traditional furniture in bold patterns. I've been thinking about the use of "ghost chairs" in apartments; I saw a picture recently of a small apartment in NYC's East Village that had a fairly traditional black lacquered dining table surrounded by clear lucite dining chairs. In such a small space, the chairs seemed to disappear. You could see what was in the living area behind them, and they didn't distract the eye from the overall space. And interestingly enough, they truly matched the traditional lines of the table, probably because despite their untraditional materials, their shapes were fairly classic. Anyway, I'm in love. End of story.

Model

Love him. It's been a very busy week, so we'll have to make do with pictures of Mr. Fuzzy Buckets. He's a stunning kitty model!



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Greetings from Houston!

Howdy, friends. Greetings from sprawling Houston, TX. We're in town for a dear friend's wedding. While my groomsman was playing the obligatory wedding morning round of golf, Moogee and I hit up some local design destinations. First stop: The Guild Shop. A huge thrift store, the Guild was clearly a popular Saturday morning destination for locals. This is not your everyday Salvation Army thrift store, folks; there were fine treasures to be found, with the price tags to match (relatively speaking of course). Interestingly, the prices are dated; after about a month, the price drops about fifteen percent. Of course, the longer you wait for the price to drop, the greater risk you encounter that someone will make off with your sweet find. Ahh, economics at its best!

Take a look at some of what we saw:



Love these Villroy & Bosch Acapulco dishes! Moogee has some, and I feel like they should come with some obligatory guacamole.




It's LBJ!



A set of seven Gone with the Wind plates.



This rocking chair would look amazing painted a glossy black (I know, I'm so predictable), with the seat reupholstered in a bright, graphic fabric. Reupholstering is a project I'd like to gently tackle one day.




Likewise with this great wicker chair! Black paint, with a great graphic cushion-- primo nest feathering, people. Primo!


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DIY: Journal

In recent months, I've started carrying around my journal at all times. I'm as attached to it as my iPhone; if I leave the house without it, I know a brilliant (-ish) idea will strike me, I won't be able to sketch it or write it down, and I will of course forget it before I get home. I don't discriminate in my journal; it's a place to gripe, whine, and complain, but it's also a sketchbook, an idea bank, and an inspiration board. Clearly, something so important gets used often, and I'm just about to the end of my book. Not one to just run down to Rite Aid and buy a notebook, I've been hunting for the perfect replacement. I'm partial to Moleskin notebooks, but on a recent trip to Paper Source, I discovered bookbinding. Suddenly, another world opened up in front of my eyes! Not that I needed another reason to spend money at Paper Source, but the idea of having a journal that was as personal on the outside as it was on the inside was too good to pass up.

The possibilities of my discovery stretched out in front of me... and like every good bridesmaid, my mind went to "How can I convince Lissa to use this at her wedding??" The answer: GUESTBOOKS! In my humble opinion, wedding guest books are, at best, hideous. Not only are they visually dissatisfactory, but also they're expensive! And then you have to buy the pen in the lucite block.... uff. No gracias. Anywho, I envisioned making a book for Lissa and Greg that was pretty and personal. And clearly, I would have to experiment first to make sure I could actually do this and that it woudn't make white leather guestbooks seem preferable.

Here's what I ended up with:

I printed the photos (of Beau and I on our honeymoon and paddleboarding; the back has a wedding photo) on paper-backed linen and then cut them to size. I love how the linen gives the photos a vintage-postcard look.

More photos and instructions after the jump!

Spotted: An idea!

This could be fun to make:




It's a chalkboard! I'm imagining a cool vintage-cameo-silhouette cutout, painted with chalkboard paint. If only I had a jigsaw! Or whatever tool you would use to cut this out...

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These adorable paper placemats are from Paper Source. How cool are they??









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