January 29, 2014 § 1 Comment
Lo and behold! Snow. Turns out, Charleston had it in her. Regardless of the light adorable snowfall, today felt like a holiday. Early this morning I received news that my reservation request had been approved, and that I’ll be staying in Dublin, Ireland during my Spring break from classes. I am so very, very thankful for the opportunities I’ve been given and the places I’m able to go walk around in.
My intention for creating this blog was to, in any way I can, celebrate the mornings and the potential they have for self-reflection and self-appreciation. This morning is just that. I woke up to snowy streets, the best news, no obligatory freezing bike ride to classes in Maybank Hall, and a text saying I could work from home (thanks, Art Mag!).
I kept the good stuff coming by making my favorite peppermint-rose tea, read some of Nicole Terez Dutton’s debut collection The Ways We Fall, eventually made scrambled eggs with feta & balsamic tempeh for breakfast, and, obviously, yelped/bookmarked all cafes, pubs, and gardens within walking distance of my soon-to-be Dublin building.
If you can brace the weather wherever you are, I encourage you to plan a trip for yourself. Whether that is a walk around the block or a flight 3,790 miles across the Atlantic- I guarantee you’ll feel some sort of satisfaction when you get there.
January 27, 2014 § 1 Comment
This Monday morning was a bit of a party-crasher after spending my weekend celebrating art, music, and some of my dearest and best friends. Between a new exhibit opening at Redux downtown Charleston and Octopus Jones “Phantasmagoria” album release show in Columbia, I was a little bit in love with everything. Except for the Grammys.
Along with good times, good people, and a little too much food (i.e.,french fries from both Rarebit and Thirsty Fellow), there was liquor to be had. Sunday morning, I nursed myself back to health with a half-bottle of Cherry-Chia Kombucha and a jar of juice (kale, cucumber, celery, orange, ginger, lemon + wheatgrass) I had made Saturday afternoon and, by the grace of God, left in my car (aka makeshift refrigerator) overnight. Later, I used seeing Danny as an excuse to indulge in expensive chocolate pastries and a latte.
Delicious treats aside, I definitely needed to readjust this morning. I juiced brussels sprouts and followed that with a smoothie.
Brussels & Berries:
- small bowl of brussels sprouts
- two carrots
- two granny smith apples
- 1/2 banana
- handful of raspberries
- some chia & flax seeds
* First, I juiced the carrots and apples. I didn’t end up using all of the juice. In fact, I saved about half of it. If you don’t want extra, only juice one carrot and one apple. I added that straight to blender and threw in the banana, raspberries, chia&flax seeds, and some ice. Not difficult.
* I juiced brussels sprouts into a separate glass. Drank it in one big gulp. Somewhat difficult.
January 23, 2014 § 2 Comments
Here’s something a lot of people do know about me: I adore doughnuts. Despite my attempts to dismiss gluten and sugar, doughnuts are a staple in my diet that I have no real desire to rid myself from.
I have a serious sweet tooth set of teeth. I blame this on genetics. Specifically, from my maternal grandfather. Who, at a very young age, instilled an unwavering belief that sweets are the bread and butter (emphasis on the butter) of what make life worth living. He told me once that his very first memory was his own father handing him a cookie in their chicago home. It wasn’t hard for me to realize, seventy-five years after the fact, that my grandfather probably remembered a lot more from the depression but those memories seemed less important.
In the same manner Peter Warren teaches Ellie Andrews how to properly dunk a doughnut in It Happened One Night (the obvious namesake of this blog), my grandfather taught me the tricks of the dessert trade. And I took his word. I took his word very, very seriously. Especially when it came to doughnuts. They were the Boston-Crème de le crème. He could still read the paper, drink coffee, and dunk his doughnuts into said coffee with me hanging on him like a baby orangutang- never once being upset if I stretched the collar of his white undershirt or left traces of pink frosting on it. And, like all routines you share with someone, the joy and the charm of those activities never, ever dull.
At twenty, I’m no less mesmerized by doughnuts as I was in girlhood. I could just be crazy, but the process of walking into a shop, seeing the selection- its uniformity- and choosing which flavors feel right for that morning is something close to magical. On good mornings, on bad mornings…there are always doughnuts somewhere. And that is comforting.
Extended backstory aside, I currently live a few blocks away from a gourmet doughnut shop. It is, without a doubt, my favorite place on the Charleston peninsula. I’m not the only one who feels this way. Glazed receives awards annually and is always locking it’s doors early due to selling out. All natural ingredients (local goat cheese and bacon included), great coffee, nice location- it is hard to be disappointed. Yesterday morning, I paid a little visit and came home with two perfect doughnuts. Which is, I guess, the purpose of this post. Five paragraphs later- there you have it, folks!
I ordered their famous Purple Goat (berry goat cheese filling with lavender glaze, kill me) and the Salted Caramel. Whoever decided salted caramel should be a popular dessert option deserves a MacArthur Genius Grant (so does the staff of Glazed… and my grandfather). I’ll stop nominating people for awards, but really, if you’re anywhere near Charleston, SC do yourself a favor and stroll upper King until you reach Glazed. If you’re not near Charleston, get in your car and drive somewhere that sells the little beauties. If that is too much to ask, just do something for yourself that reminds you of what you love and where you come from. And don’t ever stop doing that.