November 2010
“But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy...”
– Pablo Neruda, So You Will Hear Me (via fuckyeahneruda)
Tonight is the night to wine and brine. This holiday makes me incredibly happy.
My second day off will hopefully consist of long bubble baths and baking Cinnamon Pear Crostatta and Pumpkin Cream Pie.
There is nothing better than being snugged in bed and falling asleep to the voice of Ira Glass.
littleemperor:
the weather won’t get me down.
Now that the stuffing has been decided upon, it is time to think about my Thanksgiving pie.
“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I...”
– Pablo Neruda (via fuckyeahneruda)
Juniper- Y La Bamba
on the way to living the dream:
1. Offered more hours as a pastry chef assistant to the Good Batch
2. Writing bi-weekly food knowledge pieces about concious methods and various amazing things going on in the natural food world and their effects on New York City’s culture scene.
3. Prospects to be working in a kitchen sometime in 2011.
Contemplating:
Thanksgiving Turkey Stuffings:
Carmelized apples, pears, onions, and butternut squash stuffing.
Celery, apples, and pistachio stuffing.
Thanksgiving menu planning is seriously my favorite activity as of late.
now, we wake up in the morning, make our breakfast and go back to bed, to reread newspapers and books that we’ve already read.
we live close to the ocean.
Jonathan Safran Foer's new novel: Tree of Codes →
thehistoryoflove:
Over a year of writing, cutting and proto-typing later, comesTree of Codes, a haunting new story by Jonathan Safran Foer cut from Bruno Schulz’s words.
If I do not eventually own this, it will be the end of me.
When it rains, it pours. November, be kind.
audreyhepburncomplex:
nedhepburn: Nina Simone...