Cure for anything

"The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea." 

Isak Dinesen.

'Take a sad song and make it better'

On the drive home from Seattle this evening I found myself listening to the soundtrack from Across the Universe - a playlist I vividly remember clinging to for comfort the day I moved out from under my parent's roof and into my new house at the University of Washington. I couldn't help being washed over with a sense of nostalgia.  That day four years ago, I listened to said Beatles covers as I mourned the loss of my childhood and the comfort of a home I had known since I was six.  I was terrified beyond belief of being on my own, fighting back tears with every breath. Ironically today, as those familiar songs filled my car, I grieved the very thing I had so dreaded: college, life in Seattle, roommates, even homework. Life goes by like that [insert finger snap]. 


I anticipate this coming season of life with indescribable joy and eagerness... mixed with a pinch of anxiety. I like to ignore and resist change as long as possible. It does not suit me well. But, as the song goes... "I get by with a little help from my friends". 

in a kitchen of my own.

This morning I am dreaming of the culinary events to take place in my soon-to-be charming (code: small) 1930's kitchen. Here are a few recipes that I am eager to attempt. I also have big dreams for small fabulous dinner parties. Oh how fun it will be.

"The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you've got to have a what-the-hell attitude."

Julia Child.

Recipes compliments of Joy the Baker blog. 

Breakfast:

Lavender and toasted walnut scones.

OR.

Gluten-free toasted coconut waffles with maple cream.

Lunch:

Fancy grilled cheese sandwiches.

Dinner:


Spicy vegetarian chili. 

 

Dessert/Drinks:

Peanut butter pecan biscotti.

Sweet tea bourbon cocktails. 

tis the season to be berry.

Mustard and taupe.

memoirs of a bookworm.

I used to be a bookworm. I always carried a new novel with me wherever I went regardless of the occasion. I would hasten to my next class during passing periods, with the sole ambition of stealing a few minutes within the pages of a book before the teacher began his/her lesson. My dearest friends lived within the bindings of those literary texts.  I looked to them for wisdom, consolation, understanding, joy, laughter, empathy, sass, and at times shared sorrow. 

I am sad to confess that my fervor for reading has dissipated. My list of current reads is quite short and rather dismal. I have recently felt a longing for my old habits.  Books must take precedence in my life once again. I am more myself within the confines of a good story than a boisterous crowd of people. It's where I find consistent and dependable joy. 

Currently reading: Little Women (for the first time... shockingly)

back to school...

I'm contemplating self-inflicted education. I think graduate school is on the horizon. Stay tuned. 


"Walk with me, Suzy Lee - Through the park and by the tree - We will rest upon the ground - and look at all the bugs we found - Safely walk to school without a sound... Safely walk to school without sound..." 


Jack White, "We're Going to Be Friends"