2014 Goals: October


Early October (before the rain started), Green Lake, Seattle


Seattle Whiskey Collective

Books: Plowed through Mastering the Art of Soviet Cooking by Anya von Bremzen. Thanks so much for the recommendation, Carrie! I’m currently working my way through a stack of old New Yorkers that Reuben saved for me while we were both traveling. This article on the internet group Anonymous was extremely interesting. Annual total thus far: 20/15


Round the campfire for Ratches’ birthday


The 14 person feast


Super cuddly Sunday morning at IKEA

Exercise: The rain is BACK, guys and it is not messing around. So I’m back to yoga full time and starting to think about folding some lap swim back in. I suspect the call of the sauna will become convincing quickly.


Double header night two


Lady date wine tasting for (other) Rachel’s birthday, Woodinville


Wine tasting crew. Happy birthday, Rach!

Shows: October was the month of the double header. Why see one show in a night when you could see two? Sleep is for the dead….or something. The first night was an AMAZING combo: alt-J at the Paramount followed by Jungle at the Showbox. Both shows were incredible in their own way and I’m so glad I didn’t force myself to pick between them. Double header #2 was blissfully in the same building: Tangerine album release party at Barboza  followed by an ODESZA DJ set at Neumos. Siiri and I just caught the beginning of the DJ set since it started at 12:30am and we are OLD people. Got the stamp, that’s what counts.


Touchdown for Tots fundraiser for Childrens Hospital


Why aren’t my Huskies winning?

Travel: Major travel plans for 2014 have concluded. Sad trombone. I guess now we start looking forward to 2015?? Right? Right?


That Halloween spirit, University District, Seattle


Cruella deVille-ing it up at work | Halloween 2014

This week

NYer Halloween

Happy Halloween! What a great day today is. I’ve never been one for elaborate costumes (though always deeply admire them in others) but a chance to dress up and mix it up should never be skipped! In third grade, I decided to be a black cat for Halloween and gathered up all the materials (black tights, black leotard, ears, tail) weeks beforehand and would lovingly lay them out on my bed in the days beforehand, just to admire them. Nothing remarkable happened. I wore my costume to school, adults approved, I went trick-or-treating and that was it. The anticipation was satisfaction enough. What an advertisement for Catholic education that is: “The anticipation is satisfaction enough.” Tonight, I’m grabbing a sequined mask and hitting the town. Adventure awaits when the norm is upended!


“[S]elf-deception remains the most difficult deception.” On running out of ideas. In tribute to mothers of the victims of police violence. The hidden lives of people living with mental illness. Jane Austen + Tinder.


Speaking of Austen, I’ve VERY intrigued by Death Comes to Pemberley (PBS), as I am about all Pride and Prejudice adaptions. How can Matthew Rhys as Darcy be wrong? Crush all street harassers (though that video has a serious race problem). Daniel Radcliffe is a treasure.


Michael Jackson – Thriller (because let’s get serious, that shit never gets old)

This week


October, baby

Last Sunday, I offered a stranger unsolicited advice on which apple to buy in the produce section of the Ballard Trader Joe’s. I consider this a trait of my aggressive friendliness but it’s also just an objective reality that Honeycrisp apples are the best apples and you shouldn’t be wasting your time or precious dollars on other, inferior, apples. You heard it here first. Sunday was also sunny and 70 and felt a bit like maybe global warming will be kind and summer won’t go away forever. It was a tease and a lie and the rain will be with us always. The thing is, I actually quite like the rain, I just despise wearing a hood. It messes up my hair and my bangs get wet and the whole thing ends up making me feel like frazzled, misted mess. Is there a cure? Can you help me?


GUYS! Guysssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. Sleater-KinneyEveryone needs a Siri (I’m lucky enough to have a Siiri). Is sex work empowering? At home, in the midst of the AIDS crisis. Egg freezing is not the answer; how about we just provide actual support for women to balance work and family? Free abortion, on demand, for all women (real and fictional). Oscar de la Renta died and now I’m in a flurry of indecision about who will dress me for my (hopefully) inevitable red carpet appearance.


Please watch this drone footage of a neighborhood in Gaza on the biggest screen available to you and allow the full extent of Israel’s terror to sink in. Free Palestine!


The Call Your Girlfriend podcast, especially the discussion of the Pope in episode six which is everything I have ever felt and Ann Friedman is my soul mate. I’ve been binge listening all week and it’s just so good.

Disobedient Objects at the V&A


Opening Statement | Disobedient Objects, V&A

Disobedient Objects collects banners, protest artifacts, resistance tools, and people-focused art created as part of grassroots social movements. I was incredibly excited for this exhibit after being tipped off by my pal Alison. The curators worked with activists from around the world to display handmade products of social struggle. Could there be a more Liz worthy exhibit? I spent over an hour wandering through and lovingly looking at each piece and absorbing it’s story. The sense of solidarity was overwhelming and inspiring. People power is so amazing.


Disobedient Objects, V&A


Funeral Truck | Disobedient Objects, V&A


Slingshot, Palestine | Disobedient Objects, V&A


Syrian martys | Disobedient Objects, V&A


Guerrilla Girls | Disobedient Objects, V&A


Disobedient Objects, V&A


Book Shields | Disobedient Objects, V&A


Graffiti robot | Disobedient Objects, V&A

Disobedient Objects is on display through February 1, 2015 at the Victoria & Albert Museum in London.

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Washington Forest Road 6024

I had every intention of getting more UK trip photos up…sorry about that. (Except Evie posted this link about how no one cares about your vacation and now I feel weird and overshare-y.) After a totally relaxing weekend of wine, hot tubbing, and hiking in the rain I returned to a week’s worth of social engagements and was all the better for it. Fall has claimed it’s place and despite holding out for as long as I could I succumbed to boots and socks and all manner of distasteful things I will grow increasingly resentful of as the fall turns into winter. In the meantime, I’ve decided to use my return to the kitchen to teach myself Indian cuisine. So get ready for all the spinach paneer you can stand-we’re doing this!


Everyone is a creeper. Seattle launched it’s new bike share program this week and I’m super pumped to try it. The Kitchn, a workhorse of a food blog if there ever was one, is running a 20 day cooking school. New and experienced cooks alike have plenty to learn here. Modern homes of the PNW. Abortion is good for women, full stop. As a social experiment, I recently updated my Tinder profile to include “feminist”. Very curious to see what happens. WSDOT tore down the Bridge to Nowhere and one day every secret space of my adolescence will be gone. That Northwest accent.



alt-JLeft Hand Free (and then tell me what 70s era rock band I hear in this song because it’s been driving me NUTS)


This week

My beautiful friend, Jessi, sent me this motivational penguin after I sent her an all caps evaluation of various coworkers reading comprehension. It was that kind of week. More than once this week I crawled into bed around 9 to read for a bit and then promptly passed out and slept like the dead. Fall has that hibernating pull on us all.


How theater failed America. The intersection of legalized marijuana and gentrification is happening in real time in Seattle’s historically Black Central District. “Every era gets the psycho bitch it deserves”. Can’t stop, won’t stop with the Gilmore Girls think pieces (I’m nearly done with season two so you only have a few more weeks of this). “It’s my body, and should be my choice”: JLaw schooling everyone. Ebola and the epidemic of fear. Boat parts or names of unvaccinated children?  America has always bred a special contempt for the white poor: the invisibility of white poverty. My arms are trees now. Life as an Oktoberfest beer maid (by my girl Kat Sacks).


The Beach Boys, by everyone.

This masterpiece:


CaribouCan’t Do Without You (Extended Mix)

ODESZASay My Name (can’t stop blasting this one)

“Hello, from the children of Planet Earth.”

London After Hours


Social Eating Club, London

My brother and I are proud gluttons. We joke about our permanent membership in the Clean Plate Club, a club our parents invented to get us to eat dinner (as if that were ever a struggle). If the option is more Serrano, 9 times out of 10 we’re going to order another round of finely shaven pork. We savor, we relish, we order a third round of drinks.

London was a playground. I’m used to traveling alone and typically don’t drink much when I’m on my own in unfamiliar cities. With a companion we can conquer the cocktail menu in half the time and have someone to talk to while we do it. Bartending happens to be Mike’s profession so I also tag along as research assistant. Who is doing something interesting? What concepts work and which ones fall flat? Which ones could improve with tweaks? And most importantly, what tastes delicious? We met many great bartenders and visited many great bars in London. It’s hard to pick favorites so I included links to all the places we went to at the bottom. You can’t go wrong with any of them. And when in doubt, befriend a bartender and ask them for their suggestions. It is a strategy that has yet to fail me.


Sexy flower bento box, Artesian, London

White Lyan, London | via Purple PR


Blind Pig, London


ROKA, London


Sager + Wilde, London


ROKA, London


Sager + Wilde, London


Fuzzy sibs

We suggest: White Lyan | 69 Colebrooke Row | Artesian | ROKA | Sager + Wilde | Mission | Look Mum No Hands | On the Bap

Others We Tried: Happiness Forgets | Blind Pig



St. James Park, London

London, oh London, how I love you. This was my second trip to one of my favorite cities in the world. There’s something about the buzz, scale, and diversity of large cities that I find completely energizing. Add in a crap ton of completely free museums, an unlimited tube pass, great weather and you’re looking at a solidly kickass week.

My family hasn’t traveled all together since my brother and I were in high school. Group travel as adults as definitely a learning experience for all of us and it took us a few days to find our groove. I enjoyed my favorite museums (the V&A and Tate Modern among other) and long walks before meeting up with Mike in the evening for some aggressive cocktail research (he is a bartender, I am his enthusiastic research assistant). One of the highlights of our week in London was attending the 40,000 person strong Climate Summit march. The energy on the march was truly inspiring, so many people marching worldwide for change.


The Evening Standard deems 55% “decisive”. Noted for future.


Breakfast in Balham


V&A Museum Flower Garden


Climate Summit protest at Temple Green


Tiny marching humans


Mike never takes selfies….


…nope never…


…never ever.


Malevich retrospective, Tate Modern, London


A recreation of the original layout of Malevich’s 1915 Last Futurist Exhibition of Paintings 0.10, Tate Modern, London


Hampstead High Street, London


Family snap


Ganton St, London

In the Kitchen: Megan’s Zucchini Pancakes with Tomato Sauce

Soundtrack: This Is All Yours by alt-J


Megan’s Zucchini Pancakes with Tomato Sauce

I was totally just minding my own business, flipping through instagram, while waiting for the bus Friday afternoon. My New York buddy Megan of the kickass Kates in the Kitchen (New Yorkers, take note!) posted a picture of this insane egg yolk dripped over a pile of zucchini pancakes and suddenly I knew exactly what I was having for dinner.


Shredded and strained zucchini


Megan’s Zucchini Pancakes

Marcella Hazan’s tomato sauce is a darling of the food internet. It is heralded as magically rich and insanely easy. I’ve wanted to try it for some time….but just never did? Who knows? Won’t make that mistake again. This sauce is divine. It smells amazing, tastes amazing, is amazing. And unfairly easy. If you can turn your stovetop on and wield a can opener you are set.to.jet. Use the 45 minutes the sauce takes to simmer to prep and cook the zucchini pancakes and everything will be ready at the same time. Dinner perfected.


Smell-a-vision required.

Marcella Hazan Tomato Sauce

Originally from Essentials of Classic Italian Cooking, now found everywhere on the internet

28 oz diced tomatoes (get good ones)

1 medium onion, peeled and halved

5 tbsp unsalted butter

Salt to taste

Combine all ingredients in a heavy bottom pot and cook over a low simmer for at least 45 minutes. Stir and break up tomatoes as needed.

Most variations of this recipe instruct you to remove the onion when the sauce is complete and “use it for something else”. I ate it with a fork and knife all on its own. Recommended.

Megan’s Zucchini Pancakes

From Foodie Can’t Fail

1 large zucchini, grated and squeezed of excess liquid

1/4 cup flour

1 egg

1-2 cloves garlic, minced

1/4 tsp baking power

Salt and pepper to taste

Drain the shredded zucchini and remove as much additional liquid as possible. I like to lightly salt the zucchini and then prep the rest of the ingredients to help remove additional moisture. Heat 1/4 inch of oil in a saucepan.

Combine all ingredients in a medium mixing bowl with a fork until evenly blended. Using damp hands, form patties and slip into heated oil. Fry on each side until golden and cooked through, about 3-4 minutes on each side. Remove from oil and place on a paper towel covered plate to absorb excess oil.


Friday’s sunset

This week


Hoxton St, London

I’m all jet-lagged and wonky. Woke up at 3am on Thursday, staring into space, and willed my brain to feel as tired as my body. At some point I accepted my fate and spent the pre-dawn hours catching up on The Mindy Project. My body has no idea what time zone it’s in and so I keep getting hungry at weird times. Kat is leaving for a week in San Francisco and there is a real chance I will recline on the couch Friday evening and not rise again until Monday morning. Pls sign up for meal delivery. I need you more than ever.


Gilmore Girls was graciously delivered to Netflix to a flurry of excitement in my household. Depictions of deep and complex female friendships matter. The protests in Hong Kong are exciting, confusing, and years in the making. The revolt against campus sexual assault. Speaking of consent, an enthusiastic FUCK YES is the sexiest thing around. My brother hardly remembers anything and apparently that’s totally normal.


Months late to the party but I watched the first episode of True Detectives on the plane and I’ll be back for more.


TangerineRadical Blossom EP, to keep holding on to that Indian Summer vibe (70 in Seattle this weekend! Good thing I’ll be on the couch.)

PHOX – Slow Motion (Sylvan Esso remix), two of my recent favorites smooshed together is so so good.