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meatless monday: strange trails and morning rituals

sara little yoga blog nyc lord huron
Strange Trails,” Lord Huron’s latest offering, is a dreamy, weird album, and the accompanying Kurosawa-esque videos are equally bizarre and beautiful. A good listen for those who like their music in story form.*

sara little yoga blog nyc el rey
My Morning Routine. We’ve all got one. This site compiles them, and delivers brand new, inspiring morning rituals to your email every Wednesday, from people all around the world.

*(At 4:34 in the “Fool for Love” video, call the phone number. You’ll get drawn into a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure side-story. Cool.)

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but first, coffee: how do you handle mornings?

what does it mean, though?

what does it mean, though?

From the exhausting, sleep-deprived teen years to the most recent stretch of challenging life transitions, mornings have always been a great struggle and not much of a great joy for me.

“I am not at my best self right now.”

Simply recognizing this was the first step to reconciling the morning struggle. The second step: building into this realization a sense of self-acceptance. For me, this was learning (through trial and error) an AM routine that is both gentle and soothing, yet encourages just enough pluck to make it out the door with an acceptable attitude (notice I say “acceptable” here. Some mornings that’s all we can hope for).

Anne Lamott said that as we’re moving through life, we should try go “slowly, and majestically.” I try to remind myself when I can, when the iPhone alarm goes off 3-7 times and my eyes begin to open. Go slowly, go majestically. Also, these things help:

Start with self-care: coffee and puttering.
These are the non-negotiables. Coffee with a splash of almond milk, and built-in time to shuffle about and get my bearings.

A moment to yourself.
Many wise, calm people I respect have a “no technology in bed” rule. This simply does not work for me. Mornings are made better with a glance at my Google calendar, my email, the Weather Channel app, and a quick swipe-swipe-swipe through Instagram.

Strrrrretch.
I don’t typically have time for a full-on yoga practice, but a few breaths set aside to stretch shoulders, hamstrings and back (even while waiting for the coffee to brew) is enough to give a little energetic boost.

Make the bed.
I live and work in New York City, and chaos awaits from the moment the front door swings open. Just through its simplicity and solitude, making the bed brings routine and a sense of order to your world.

Green smoothies in the summer…
Summer’s longer days make it easier to rise with the sun more naturally, as well as gravitate towards the fresh, local produce that’s in season. A green smoothie—like the Triple Green Superfood—is utter perfection in its balance of spinach, pear and lime. (In fact, Aloha is chalk full of great, healthy recipes: nice-looking smoothies, snacks and breakies. Sweet food photography, too).

…and miso soup in the winter.
I feel like I don’t shut up about miso. In the traditional Japanese breakfast, fermented foods like miso are revered for aiding digestion, preventing illness and keeping intestinal flora healthy. I like that it’s a major AM accomplishment: I made some soup today. It’s 7am.

Add a finishing touch, and own it.
Right before stepping out into the world and into your day, add a signature accent: a slick of red lipstick, a floraly, spicy spritz, a pair of obnoxiously oversized sunglasses. This final gesture of self-care—no matter how modest—can set the tone for the rest of the day.

Then, go: majestically, of course.

meatless monday: the best cookie in the world

Fwd: How I fell in love with the world’s greatest cookie | Public Radio International

I saw this article and because it’s set in Brooklyn, I couldn’t help but think of you. Please go find this place and buy a cookie. Then, send me a review. I have to know if its as good as they claim!!

Love you lots,
Beth

That’s an email from a longtime childhood friend. Yesterday I decided to make all of her wildest dreams come true, and took pilgrimage to Beaner Bar on Graham Ave. It was so windy and not warm and a 2-mile journey by foot so I was desperate for both the world’s best cookie and a hot drink.

beaner bar.

beaner bar.

We all have pretty stringent requirements for what makes a cookie the best in the world, right? I think most of us can agree on a few things:

A cookie must have both crunchy and chewy components.
The quality of chocolate used (and yes, chocolate is required) must be high and mustn’t be overlooked.
Texture, texture, texture.
And finally: and element of flavor interest, i.e. sea salt, a smack of spice or a subtle undertone of…something.

So was Beaner Bar’s Best Cookie in the World–a pretty golden treat studded generously with rich, chocolatey discs, laced with surprise kicks of cayenne and cardamom, and finished with sea salt–just that?

I have to say: it was prett-ay, prett-ay, prett-ay, pretty good. It’s also worth saying: I got the very last one from the jar.

This kind of statement making, though, is not to be taken lightly and will require a second visit. If not for the cookie, then definitely for round 2 of the outstanding Mexican Mocha: Counter Culture espresso, hand-ground chocolate spiked with cinnamon, nutmeg, and cayenne, steamed milk and garnished with a cinnamon stick.

So tell me: what’s the best cookie in the world?

meatless monday: cookin’ with my cuz

My cousin Lindsey was in town last week for work. She’s such a treat. She came bearing gifts of Bay Area beans (house fave Four Barrel, the new Sightglass), Bi-Rite’s honey caramel chocolates with sea salt, a huge jar of Papalote habanero salsa, and a gorgeous handwoven scarf from India. We enjoyed the fab weather (No jackets! No tights!), drank fab wine and whipped up a fab meal together: Gnocchi with Squash & Sweet Corn, inspired (as ever) by Pinterest, adapted by us.

gnocchi goodness.

gnocchi goodness.

We added some Brussels sprouts, sauteed and thrown on top, to add a dash green in this dish. The thing is, you can load this up with tons of veggies and work with a very light potato gnocchi and just a sprinkle of goat cheese. Make veg your base, and gnocchi and cheese more of a garnish. Promise you won’t miss the oodles of pasta at all. Light and springy with a green salad side.

I wish I had taken a photo of beautiful Lins while she was here. Instead, enjoy this little ditty; it always gets in my head when my cuz is in town. Recipe follows. Happy Meatless!

Gnocchi with Squash, Sweet Corn & Brussels Sprouts
adapted from The Kitchn
serves 2 to 4

1 (16 oz.) package vacuum-sealed gnocchi (or fresh gnocchi)
4 tbsp. unsalted butter, divided
1 small zucchini, very thinly sliced
1 small yellow squash, very thinly sliced
1 c. sweet yellow corn kernels
2 c. Brussels sprouts, cut in quarters
2 small cloves garlic, peeled and minced
Squeeze of lemon
2 oz. soft goat cheese
1 tbsp. finely chopped flat leaf parsley
Salt and pepper to taste

Bring a pot of water to a boil. Add gnocchi and cook as directed. Drain and return to the pot. Toss warm gnocchi with 1 tbsp. butter, set aside.

Meanwhile, melt remaining 3 tbsp. of butter in a large, flat-sided sauté pan over medium heat. Cook butter until it begins to bubble and turn light golden brown, about 3 min. Add the zucchini, squash, corn, Brussels and garlic; sauté until warmed through, another 2 – 3 min.

Turn off heat and stir the cooked gnocchi into the vegetables. Add a generous squeeze of lemon juice, and salt and pepper to taste. Transfer to a serving bowl and top with small hunks of goat cheese and a sprinkling of chopped parsley.

meatless monday: provisions

meatless survival kit.

Stay safe, loves. See you on the other side. xx

meatless monday: birthday cake is meatless

a beautiful thing.

Let’s be clear about one thing: I will not be cooking for the next 7 days. Be surprised if I eat anything that’s not birthday cake, All. Week. Long. Good thing sugar is meatless. So is coffee.

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See you next Monday for what will likely be a Meatless sugar/caffeine detox recipe. I might need it.

Bring it, thirty.
xx,
S