Amen.
(via leopoldgursky)
food things I have the time and resources to make:
Quinoa! Avocado! Marinated eggplant & zucchini! Garlic! Almonds! Cilantro! Mint leaves! Lemon! Virtually all of my favorite fresh foods in one bowl, minus the raisins. I think I’ll make this tomorrow for lunch after I go shopping at Costco with my mom & sister (a.k.a. chasing the nephew up and down the aisles while they shop).
(via embracethevision)
my mom sent me this website link as a resource for info on grain-free, sugar-free, dairy-free eating. i have been gluten-free for about four years now, but i am still not healthy and so i am looking further into alternative diets.
i was greeted with “eating should not involve math!” on the homepage. oh, i think i will enjoy this site.
made gluten-free shrimp & veggie tempura with the sister & mama. now i’m having peppermint tea to settle my stomach because i am entirely unaccustomed (as of 4 years ago) to eating fried food. totally worth it. and tomorrow we are making california rolls and sticky rice with mango.
this is entirely personal, so i’m not representing christianity at large or—oh for goodness’ sake, just say what i want to say:
i get uncomfortable/upset with people who claim to have all the answers about how to live and how to “make it” to happiness/fulfillment in a very specific way because i think we should be acknowledging and embracing diversity as beautiful and healthy and holy. i mean, look at nature: biodiversity is CRUCIAL for survival and our food sources are getting totally screwed up because it all comes from a very genetically narrow (not to mention artificially modified) base that becomes less and less nutritious and fortifying with every crop rotation and breeding season. similarly, we become more and more divided from each other and from ourselves every time we put up a wall because we can’t love “the other.” THERE IS NO OTHER! we are all the body and the cancer and disease comes from dualistic, exclusive mindsets, not from parts of the body.
Can I just, like, get my graduate degree in Boston or wherever I end up going, live light and rootless for a few years in crappy apartments while I figure out what I am going to do and get started with my singing aspirations, and then move to southeast Portland and live in a historic house (with a wood stove) with a wildly attractive husband and adopt some babies and ride my bike to the market to buy prosciutto and soft cheese and figs and fill my historic house (that also has bay windows and a claw-footed bathtub, I just decided) with used books and a piano and laughter and good food and love and music and have a manageably successful singing career that allows me to impact people’s lives and travel but always have a save haven to come back to and never stop learning?
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Pre-birthday lunch date at Jade Teahouse. Lordy, I dream about this place, so much that I want to move to the (beautiful, quiet, trees-taking-over-sidewalks-perfect) neighborhood (with lots of cute antique shops and cafes) just so I can breeze in for amazing salad rolls and beef noodle soup and garlic lemongrass chicken and fried catfish with curry and gluten-free pastries any time I darn well please.
(Definitely just finished off the box of sesame balls and white chocolate & sea salt macarons I brought home to share with family. Oops.)
making poster collages from opera programs + snuggling in the guest bed with a movie + talking in the dark about boys and the future and things that are important and stories about the past until we drift off at around 4am + waking up to the SUN! FINALLY! + late breakfast at Zell’s (mushroom omelet with Gorgonzola cheese, and gluten-free zucchini bread as a substitution for toast!) + strolling up and down 23rd St. in our unintentionally-almost-matching floral dresses and wedge heels + people watching + wandering into an expensive-looking boutique and finding the cutest pinky-stripey-drapey-summery top on sale for $15 (gratuitous/gloating pictures coming soon) + sun freckles + sharing music + making plans for music collaborations and trips