30 posts tagged instagram
Catching up with my old college roommate. Afternoon tea for lunch.
Dartealing Lounge 470 third street, san francisco, ca. (415) 644 0142
“I have this can of colored smoke. Want to light it?”
—Jihan Zencirli, inventor and designer of Geronimo Balloons
I’m in LA this weekend making new Stupidly Simple Snacks.
Deviled eggs. Just because.
Major lasagna operation led by Chris. I played sous chef and ground the Parmigiano Reggiano.
Plotting world domination with Kat and Alison over Dutch pancakes. The skylight in the back room means there’s beautiful natural light here, but the blueberry lemon pancakes could have used more lemon juice. And butter.
juliette 135 north 5th street, williamsburg (718) 388 9222
I come here to think and drink mocha and eat lavender shortbread.
bakeri 150 wythe avenue, brooklyn. (718) 388 8037
Celebrating baby Juliana at her Red Egg Ceremony with broiled mayo lobster in an eight-course feast that also included roast pork; lamb chops; seafood soup; abalone, mushrooms and pea shoots; and a teriyaki broiled cod that I was too full to enjoy.
I probably shouldn’t have eaten two red hard-boiled eggs at the beginning of the meal… I am bad at resisting dyed eggs and temptation. Alas.
Mittens wanted to be part of the pad Thai lunch special, so he sat in the bag hoping no one would notice he wasn’t there before. / via instagram
They make the most buttery, flaky croissants here. If you get the ham and cheese, they even warm it up.
tarallucci e vino, 15 east 18th street, nyc / via instagram
I’ve been feeling like a zookeeper for the past three weeks. All for this.
“A live marshmallow!”
Thanksgiving Eve with a house full of animals at Chris’s family farm in Rhode Island.
give give give
Whenever I am sad I try to do something nice for someone. And whenever I am happy, I try to make someone else happy, too. These two scenarios usually end up with me writing greeting cards, getting back to long neglected emails, calling my old college roommates, making a beeline to my favorite Greenpoint restaurant, Manhattan Inn, for their cheeseburger and bourbon cocktails, or sending cookies to a friend for no reason at all, except that I’m either deliriously happy or sad.* Emotions are complicated.
I just returned from a week in Colombia; it was a hard trip. Chris and I argued a lot, which I am only sharing here because it makes sense to me to reveal both happy prosciutto-filled days and rocky spots that are essential, unavoidable aspects of any relationship. Love is complicated.
Which brings me to this — I am happier now after having been kind of mopey all day. I went to yoga and when I got home, I discovered that my friend, photographer Alice Gao, is selling a 2013 calendar featuring select photos from her insanely popular and beautiful Instagram feed. You may remember Alice shot my portrait this summer. I adore her blog and her work.
In the spirit of passing on good vibrations, I want to surprise a few of you guys with a calendar by Alice. Tell me what you do to feel better when you’re sad. To “enter,” you can reblog this post and add your comment in the post, you can leave a direct reply, send me a private Tumblr message or email me at amy [at] amyblogschow [dot] com.
And, as always, thank you for reading. I feel better already.
* I also feel better when I give this rapscallion a treat.
2013 Instagram photo calendars for sale on my blog // 25% of sales in November will be donated to local Sandy relief efforts.
dessert for last debate
Watched the last presidential debate with friends tonight and introduced them to Graeters ice cream from Cincinnati, Ohio. This stuff is so. freaking. good.
New life goal: Meet the person at Graeters who decided… We shall add chocolate chips to all our flavors! And thank her or him.
presidential debate watching pizza party
one cheese pie
one all white pie
one topped with caramelized onions & meatballs
chili that Chris made on Sunday which tasted even better on Tuesday
Rooting for Obama:
one NYU research scientist
one PR pro
three small business owners