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22 March 2011

World Water Day

Spring is here in Chicago. Today that meant a chilly commute to work. It means I'm still not breaking out my Humble Frameworks bike for fear the salt/dirt from winter is still out there mucking things up. All it takes is a few hours of rain and thunder to stir all the nasty street sludge up into a perfectly good steel frame.

blue track 1

Isn't it pretty? His work is amazing, artistic, and worth it. Check him out if you are looking for a new bike frame.

Mostly the rain doesn't bother me. I hate how it amplifies the sounds of cars and trucks, but really it keeps things in perspective. It brings you back to the feeling that you are a part of an ecosystem. This rain is going places, making things grow, washing away into the Chicago river and down to the Gulf of Mexico. I won't be drinking any of it unless it happens to fall into Lake Michigan. And here's where I become the lucky one. By and large, our water source here in Chicago is secure. We aren't monitored, rationed or desperately building dams to send the water thousands of miles to our homesteads. It's cushy. Comfortable.

It takes days like today: World Water Day, to remind me how supremely lucky we are here in the Midwest. About 5 years ago I attended my first documentary screening that hammered home the issues we all hear about: disease, starvation, drought. As the saying goes - if you aren't angry, you aren't paying attention.

I could easily keep going on about the importance of clean, accessible water sources in troubled areas around the globe - but we've all heard it. I hope this reminds you to shut off the faucet while brushing your teeth, to install $6 aerators to the faucets in your homes, or make a small donation today. You can find out ways to build on this at the official site: http://www.worldwaterday.org/ (also the up to date tweets are blindingly hilarious and ignorant at the same time.)

So - ending in a happy note. I'm going to reflect on happy water usage. The first is how water helped to bring about my salad last night. My salad greens came from Living Water Farms - grown by aquaponics (a hot topic here in Chicago lately, because raising Tilapia isn't an easy permit to get.) I added microarugula - which tastes almost like wasabi in its infancy, and pea shoots. Both from The Gary Comer Youth Center Rooftop Gardens:

Gary Comer Youth Center, Chicago

Without water, these greens never would have made their way to the Chicago Farmstand, or to my plate. And the funds would not have been given to the GCYC or to the family operating Living Water Farms. It really is liquid money. A commodity to be appreciated.

And speaking of appreciation:

Via Science Friday (if you don't know, now you know - they are awesome), this lovely video that shows artist Shinichi Maruyama creating his temporary sculptures of water. I think it's a lovely way to round out World Water Day. Enjoy.

Water Sculpture from Shinichi Maruyama on Vimeo.




Wishing you thirsts quenched and no more taking anything for granted...

Love love love,

K.

24 February 2011

Lunch Lunch Lunch

**Warning: In order to rush to go see Laura Palmer and the Kate's at Boulevard bikes in five minutes, I have not proofed this post. I apologize for all typos and weird phrases hereafter**

Local lunch

I ate a salad almost entirely from Illinois or Wisconsin today.

Chicago has had a whole swing of temperatures lately. The blizzard snow we had melted off and what tried to be another snow blanket suffered the same fate. It seems every morning the sidewalks are slippery and covered in a few flakes, but by evening they are dry as a bone.

Thankfully what has remained constant for me is the success I'm having eating out of our cupboard and chest freezer lately. I've been eating asparagus, kale, applesauce, oven roasted tomatoes, peppers, and even some fresh items. I keep saying it's easy - mostly because I've forgotten about ten hour Saturdays cleaning and blanching and sanitizing jars in 85 degree weather - but I really want to convey to anyone who laments buying a bell pepper from Chile that you really can do it. You can still eat fresh items grown closer than the average 1500 miles your food travels to get to your plate.

One terrific resource I have found is the Chicago Downtown Farm Stand. This tiny store offers locally made baked goods and farm direct veggies/fruits/purees/cheeses/eggs for you to buy. DOWNTOWN!! Really. It's right across from the Cultural Center* and hidden away between the elevated tracks above Wabash and the Theater next door.

I've saved quite a bit of time avoiding the grocery store for ingredients to cook with, but I do still need basics every once in a while. Today I had no time to pack lunch, and no food ready that would have been adequate. So I took my lunchtime stroll past the tourists and their cameras craned to the skyline to pick up some potatoes and fresh greens (yep - fresh from Living Water Farms to make a salad. The last few nights I've dined on cheese, crackers and wine - so a salad was in order.

As happens to the best of us - I left with more than that. Here, dear readers, you can see what local goodies you can get for $27.10 on a Thursday in the last week of February here in Chicago:

1. A dozen medium eggs from local, humanely raised TJ's chickens. ($3.50)
2. 50% off $2/lb Potatoes (Purple, Red, Mini-Russet, respectively) - The Farmstand offers 50% off produce that needs to be eaten right away. These potatoes had a few small eyes coming out... barely. ($3.20)
3. One 50% off salad mix and one full price ($3.75 full price + $1.88 half price)
4. Small slice of raw milk cheese from Wisconsin. ($2.08)
5. Probably not locally sourced but locally made Spicy Chickpea Snacks ($3.00)
6. Large Jar BCC Honey from Illinois ($9.25)

With tax this came out just over $27.

The farmstand still has local potatoes, garlic, squashes, yams, onions, mesclun mix, kale, bean sprouts, cornmeal, frozen Seedlings blueberries and all the normal canned goods from Tomato Mountain and that super great Co-Op Hot Sauce our house can't get enough of. If you go there, look for the 50% off produce to make into soups or eat right away.

The red potatoes are seriously almost sweet and buttery on their own. So creamy. They would make the worlds best creamy potato soup or go with a spicy Thai curry like nobody's business.

So start there, and look for root veggies at your own local market that are grown somewhere closer to you than Idaho (unless you are my Montana friends then hey good job.)

Wishing you resources previously unknown for whatever your passion may be - mine apparently is parentheses in this post...


Love love love,

K.

If you happen to be in the Farmstand neighborhood before the end of March, check out the exhibit of arguably the finest street photographer in Chicago: Vivian Maier. I haven't made it yet but intend to when I get the first opportunity. More Info here: http://www.explorechicago.org/city/en/things_see_do/event_landing/events/dca_tourism/FindingVivianMaier_ChicagoStreetPhotographer.html

18 February 2011

Spring Thoughts...


Raised Bed Building Day - May 2010
Originally uploaded by pinkzilla

I wish it could be this. Instead of this:

Before: American Blizzard Gothic

At least the snow is melting and things are looking up. I can't wait to carry you along with me this year. I'm trying to actually document all I know and do so you and do too. Woo-hoo.

Wishing you short sleeves and sun...soon...

Love love love,

K.

01 February 2011

SIgh.



Originally uploaded by pinkzilla

Everyone is talking thunder snow and the sky is falling (THE SKY IS FALLING)!

Meanwhile the weekly flower arrangement for our office has a branch of cherry blossoms mixed with mums and roses and other creamy white and pink flowers.

It made me think of this. Blossom time.

I want to go to there.

In other news our office closes at 1pm today! Time to go home and do some cooking and baking!

Wishing your skies that say put...

Love love love,

K.

28 January 2011

Bike and Chicago


My Bike and Chicago
Originally uploaded by Dream Dottie

Just a morning pick me up. I saw this photo and really wanted to share it with you!

Dream Dottie runs a great blog (http://letsgorideabike.com/blog/) here in Chicago about biking around while still being fashionable. Between that and the Copenhagen Cycle Chic (http://www.copenhagencyclechic.com), I never run out of inspiration for keeping it cute on two wheels.

Speaking of cute! Chicago Ladies, make sure you mark your calendars for the next quarterly Clothing Swap at West Town Bikes (www.westtownbikes.org)!

This coming Wednesday - February 2nd - 7pm until 10pm! Bring $5 and your unwanted clothes, shoes, accessories to trade! All proceeds benefit the wonderful youth programs West Town provides all around the city. Also there will be wine.

See you then!

Wishing you pretty views and inspiration from those around you...

Love love love,

K.

27 January 2011

Grey Skies Are Gonna Clear Up


I think I can speak for a few of you when I say the winter blues reared their evil little heads this week. We're almost a full month into 2011 and one of the coldest weeks of the year is now behind us but the grey skies and thin veil of slick salty snow remains to keep us company should we take the warmer temperatures for granted.

For me, the ugly faces of these winter blues came with a side of rejection on a personal endeavor basket I placed my hopeful eggs into. A job that matched my skills, experience and interest had been handed to someone else. Not even an interview. I felt the largest of pains - mostly in my ego. Flowers from the boy (I can smell their almost chamomile pine scent right now and they are wild, wily and lovely looking) helped, but like an aftershock I kept feeling these waves of disappointment shake me out of nowhere. I could be riding my bike, looking up at the gorgeous Chicago skyline and BOOM - I've wasted my life.

So it was with a dis-proportionally large amount of relief that I came across a few woodblock posters on Etsy that seemed to say just what I needed to hear. I thought I would share them with you. Remember to bookmark this page for when life throws you a punch to the gut every once in a while. It happens to the best of us. They also do a great job of making what would normally be corny motivational phrases seem simple and well... motivating. For me anyway.


*Note to self: be more daring.


*I like this one a lot.

*Short and to the point. Don't dwell on your failures... blah blah blah...

*You can still make a difference even when you feel like you don't matter.

*This is even better because of the awesome pink color.

*If all else fails... fake it until you make it.

Most of these came from Etsy Seller The Big Harumph. I am not linking directly to the Etsy pages as they sell out fast so your best bet is to go to their shop page and navigate from there. Other sellers featured are: Orange Beautiful, Book Fiend, Fifi Du Vie, Happy Deliveries, EvaJuliet, & The Ink Society.

I'm pretty sure if all these cruddy days keep repeating themselves before springtime comes, I might have most of The Big Harumph's stuff on the walls of our apartment. I apologize in advance if anyone doesn't like the Sh-- words on some of their stuff.

Now I press on - held higher by these kind creations by strangers. Also I made caramels. And curried lentils. Those help too.

Wishing you happy words at the most opportune times...

Love love love,

K.


21 January 2011

Here we are again...





I'm trying to find a rationale for how excited I was to be experiencing some of the frigid below zero temps I have heard so much about from the friends and family back in Minneapolis and Montana. Perhaps homesickness at some level. Perhaps boredom. I am firmly settling on it's the rarely seen adventurous streak; the one that comes out only once it knows what to expect.

Either way - today was to be the coldest day in many months in Chicago. Not since my trip to Disneyland (or meeting Regis Philbin) has my outfit been chosen with such care. Last night I spent half the evening tearing apart and reassembling any possible spot where my mitten liners might have been tossed, including the garage, the bike room, the hallway and the sock bins in my wardrobe. I was out of luck. Right before bed I settled on a pair of One on One socks. They could fit over the four primary digits on each hand inside the mittens and be fine. Along with that bright idea, all my layering and planning worked out splendid as I pedaled my way through my freezing breath and down Milwaukee Avenue to work today.

So well in fact, that I wasn't cold. My eyelashes didn't even freeze together. My neckwarmer was damp but not icy. I was left disappointed at the "winter cold front" the media touted as a practical Armageddon. I guess I will save my outfit for a repeat when I return to Minneapolis if the temperatures stay so chilly as they have been this week.

See! No frozen eyelashes!!!




And while I normally love the lake effect Chicago enjoys, today I keep thinking of six years ago in Minneapolis. There was a blizzard I have yet to see the equivalent of here in Illinois during my stay. And on that day, I had chosen a whole slew of activities for my friend Sarah's birthday. Brunch. Shopping. Ice Skating. Happy Hour Manicures. Dinner. Concert. It was all ready. And I was the chauffeur and event organizer. If there was ever a day to have a foot of snow fall - that wasn't it. 10% of participants showed. It was laughable and still a truly awesome day to celebrate.

For the last few years I have sat down to recognize my dear friend's birthday on this blog - I didn't realize I did it until today looking back at my archives. It seems only fitting that I continue the tradition on the cusp of her bringing life into this world herself.

While birthdays come every 12 months... it only takes 9 to make one. This is a feat I am happy to say Sarah and her husband knocked out of the park between last year's birthday blog and now. The kid is adorable as adorable can be. He brings out the most ridiculous surprised baby faces of any child I've seen on the internet... and that includes a lot of cute kids. I can't wait to see him grow alongside his mother - and pick up her wit and charm and effortless conversational skills with people from all walks of life.

I promise to steal him only to teach him the ways of parallel parking in a blizzard, layering warm wool outfits while still looking fashionable, and how to change a flat tire on a bicycle.

No matter what climate our respective locales will be - we all will keep a little piece of our history and our hearts wherever good true friends reside. Even if where they happen to reside is -25 with windchill. Yes really.

You better be keeping my history and heart warm there lady. I don't want a bestfriendpopcicle waiting for me when I come back in February.

Wishing you days worth celebrating in the middle of the bleak white winter...

Love love love,

K.

03 January 2011

Resolve. 11 times over.

Last night the boyfriend told me I wasn't allowed to add beekeeping to my list of extracurriculars. Chickens are out as well. Pretending that I will take his advice, I give to you the list of big hairy audacious goals for this city girl ... most of which are permanent fixtures in my to do list. But they make a nice post for my quarterly update so here we go:

1. Make macaroons. Gluten free. Soft whispers of flavors. Real. Parisian. Macaroons.

2. Learn to sew.

3. Stop looking into the mirror so close I can see my pores.

4. Learn foreign language. In order of importance: Spanish. German. Italian.

5. Floss (everyone has this I presume.)

6. Get back into yoga shape.

7. Read before bedtime instead of watch David Attenborough specials.

8. Add more written correspondence to my regimen.

9. Write more.

10. Learn how to use my Canon Rebel XS camera.

11. Keep my closet from throwing up all over the bedroom on a daily basis.

There you have it dear readers. I hope you're going strong in your resolutions and you'll find yourselves the picture of success by midyear.

Now - on the outset I want to say that this next part is 100% not intended to sound preachy or in a tone of bossiness. But change comes from a small voice speaking up so if I may...

If I can ask one thing of you and your personal goals for this new fancy year we have in front of us, please take a second to look where and who your food is coming from. 365 days of 2-3+ meals per day adds up and all that dough you pay for your food goes into someone's pockets and the quality goes into your health. Change something little. Maybe Meatless Mondays? Maybe happy eggs from a local farmer? The extra $2 might seem tough at first but it finds it's way into your budget without much growing pain at all. I promise. I've been there. Broke and cheap seem to go hand in hand. But it's worth it. Find locally sourced food nearby you ... with farmers who have real names and family to boot.


Or

Compare your products with others and see how they rank: http://www.cornucopia.org/

Wishing you only the most accomplished of awkward growing phases in 2011.

Love love love,

K.

09 September 2010

The Cold Before the Winter


Here in Chicago (and by the looks of status/tweets from my loved one around the nation, where you are as well) the temperatures have dropped to about low 50s in the morning and mid 70s in the afternoon. The sun has once again settled itself right in my eyes during my commutes southeast and northwest, respectively. I feel like I'm flying blind when a ray hits a manhole cover and shimmies under my bike hat brim to get in my line of vision. This happens every spring and fall.
It's ok though. I get to break out my jeans and that feels pretty nice indeed.

It also has kicked my domesticity (see post from last week) into full gear. Whatever speed I've lost by biking slower due to that sunny haze, I've made up for in putting together ideas for what to pack/prep/freeze before it's too late. I couldn't do it all myself, and I've had the best partner in Marie. She keeps calm when I spill salsa verde out of my food processor. She doesn't laugh when make little old lady-isms without irony. I truly would be overwhelmed and more than a little bored without her company and that of others stopping by to watch the preserving process.


Also she tightens a mean jar.

Per Marie's idea, our next week of food preservation will leave the boiling water alone and focus on freezing fajita mixins and pestos. Rather than scribble down our list for us to see, I thought I would share the process of determining what items we need, how much, and how local we can keep the supply chain. Enjoy our list. Come over in February for some tacos!

The below list will have an end result of sage/pecan pesto, lemon/cilantro pesto, vegan mint pesto, basil/garlic pesto, frozen onion/bellpepper mix, frozen roasted tomatoes, and frozen summer squashes*.


Farmers Market/Green Grocer:
20 Summer Squashes (unfortunately our summer squash plants fell victim to squash worms)
3 large handfuls sage leaves
6 Heads Garlic
2c +1/3c + coarsely grated Parmesan or Romano cheese (hard to find locally)
2 cups fresh cilantro (if able to find locally grown)
1/3 cup pine nuts
20-25 paste tomatoes
20 Bell Peppers
15 Onions
Cilantro

In Stock At Home:
3/4 cup unsalted pecans (or almonds)
1/3 + 1/4 + 1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
lemon juice
1C + 3C Basil (from Marie's garden)
Thyme (from my garden)
Sea Salt
1/2 cup fresh mint leaves (from my garden)
1/2 cup fresh parsley (from my garden)

Really the hardest part of doing all this preparation is budgeting the cost and taking that big hit at first. My mantra of "this means less money in the winter on food" keeps punching back any monetary pangs from the wallet. For example - last weekend's salsa verde broke down to this:

$16 Tomatillos (a price I am proud to say I negotiated by offering to buy all their supply)
$3 Lime Juice
$4.50 Jalapeños
$7 Pint Jars
$3 Onion
$1.00 Garlic
Total: $34.50
Output: 9 Pints
Cost Per Pint: $3.83 (also - no tax y'all!)

Overall, the cost evens out. Search online for cases of salsa and you'll find $30-$40 for 12 jars on average. Not to mention the cost of the jars is an investment in itself, I stand by my decision.

And to be blunt and preachy - I feel better for having bought everything, except for the lime juice, from a local farmer. (Mmmmm smug self righteous and satisfying salsa). But really. For me personally, I place a large amount of importance on giving my money to a real person, who is doing what I wish I could, and making their income through labor and devotion to sustainable agriculture. I would love if others put an equal amount of value on buying as much locally as possible but everyone has their own budget, their own upbringing, and view on that. No matter how fashionable it is in the media. There is still quite a bit of work to be done showcasing and convincing others of the benefits of purchasing locally grown food.

For now. I'll just dream of winter roasted tomato with pesto pasta and summer squash and hope some of that locally grown garlic stink rubs off on you.

Wishing you full and happy heads and stomachs...

Love love love,

K.

* I cannot recommend the Pick Your Own site enough for those of you looking to go forage at a farm near you or learn more about freezing/canning from a great source. It's truly amazing and a wealth of food preservation knowledge. True story.

02 September 2010

This is my dream...


2006 harvest canned goods
Originally uploaded by 7thswan

While smack dab in Chicago might be the furthest away from this flickr member's life, I can't help but find solidarity in the obsession/overwhelming nature of the summer harvest every year.

To be blunt, I've become even more of an addict for canning and freezing as much local food as it takes to keep us away from trucked in veggies once the red leaves and white flakes start to fall.

I'm not kidding. I might need an intervention.

I've bought at $170 chest freezer, dozens of mason jars, countless vegetables and fruits and yet all I can think of is all the foods I still haven't processed (badum dum).

I want those onions too!

Wishing you summertime bounty and good, healthy, delicious enjoyment of what grows around you...

Love love love,

K.

08 June 2010

Thank You & 60647 - A Night Eating out In Logan Square

Something happened at about 2pm yesterday. Somehow the word "tamale" whispered itself into my ear. It landed softly in my brain and wouldn't leave. A quick yelp search and I realized the restaurant we've been waiting to try has Spinach and Artichoke Tamales! Quickly a plan was hatched. These tamales with all their internet praise, would me mine. Joel just went along for the ride. After all, he had Taco Bell on the drive back from Indianapolis. How can you follow that?

As we walked alongside Greystones and converted churches-to-gym-community-centers on Altgeld, my cravings were overwhelming. I was practically drooling on the fresh mowed lawns under my feet. And then something clicked. A tiny sliver of rational thought seized me and I checked the hours of operation. My heart collapsed under two common words used here in Chicago restaurant land: Closed Mondays.

I literally sat down on the curb and almost cried. Joel offered up suggestions - all places I've eaten at over and over again since being diagnosed with Celiacs. All now overplayed on my palate. I wanted tamales. I wanted them more than anything. I wanted to punch a wall with my misplaced anger and hunger.

At last, we decided to triple our budget on dinner and go to Longman & Eagle, who apparently had listened to the complaints of the hipster hippies of Logan Square and added an entire vegetarian menu. It was surprisingly gluten free friendly.

Overall the service was extremely pleasant. Everyone was kind, suggestive and polite. The drinks took longer than expected. We ordered two courses each. Pretzel Rarebit for the Mister and cured olives for me. I finished with a lovely tomato preserve risotto topped with baby broccoli (the food runner said dandelion greens, which they were not), garnished with black garlic puree. It was al dente and creamy and all encompassingly tamale crave staving. Joel's ricotta gnudi with preserved meyer lemon, miscellaneous sauces of green and cream, was too sweet for his taste and less memorable than our hostess implied when she recommended it as a departure hint for our dinner. I could definitely see how it would be nice on a hot summer night, but with the cooling temperatures of late, it fell short.

A pretty good dinner, no? You would think so. Had they not accidentally fed Joel pork rillettes for his amuse bouche. Really. They said "vegetarian" as they presented me with mine and we both nodded. When he said "pork", we both heard "port". It was pretty loud in the restaurant and it slipped between the dark wood rafters overhead.

Apologies abounded. Everyone was very sorry. It came down to the food runner's neck, who understood his blunder since his "roommate is a vegetarian". But here's the thing. Two appetizers. One whiskey flight for the now pork eater. One $6 whiskey for him again, and two Gin Fizz cocktails for his lady, plus two entrees. And not one single apologetic removal of anything from our bill.

I'm trying to be nice here. After 7 years working in restaurants, and comping entire meals when people made fusses, I feel like this instance would have made me at least taken off his $6 (which means $2 to the house most likely) whiskey. I rarely, if ever, expect comps or free things when dining out. But feeding someone pork - and only his girlfriend telling him it was meat when she tries it and stops him from eating more - is not kosher (no pun intended)! It just seems careless - surprisingly so since there is obviously so much concern for the menu and spirits offered up here.

We have been trying to like this bar. It's 5 blocks from our house. The owners are local and nice and left a "Thank You 60647" sign out front. It is everything we want from a neighborhood restaurant. But it has already earned two strikes (they offered literally nothing vegetarian but a salad on our first visit). Maybe three. I just don't know if we'll be coming back again.

Chicago is full of restaurants, it's true. I've said it before, but you could eat at a different place for every meal, every day, and still not try them all. But finding one that is done well (which the L&E is, in theory) is hard. It just needs to try harder to forget that pork is delicious and realize vegetarian money is pretty tasty as well.

Wishing you a nice night out...with no bad surprises and no apologies...

Love love love,

K.

27 May 2010

Ridiculous.


Ridiculous.
Originally uploaded by pinkzilla

Two years ago ... no wait. Three. Oh man. Three years ago I wore sunscreen every day. I also biked around the Minneapolis/St. Paul region about 3x as much as I bike nowadays. On my way to my serving jobs selling locally farmed wonder foods that I still can taste, or after - I would rack up 20, 30 miles in a day without blinking.

I miss this tan. It was so satisfying to look at. To know it meant time spent under the sun and going places.

This memorial day weekend the beaches of Lake Michigan are opening up to throngs of pasty Midwesterners... myself included. I'm biking 20 (40 if we're motivated) miles each way to get to one that doesn't have Wrigley Field in a 10 mile radius of it. What once would have been a day in the life of a Kim has become a destination day.

Living in the larger cities is hard when everyone else has the same idea as you. Get hot and bothered doing something active and jumping into a lake seems to be on everyone's minds this weekend. This was much easier in Minnesota. The lakes were warm and there were multitudes of them. You could bike in any direction and come upon a beach within 10-15 miles. Now it seems our choices are either north or south and nothing in between.

Either way, I'm excited. I scored some gluten free bread from a secret supplier and I'm going to make sandwiches. I'm going to put them in my jersey. I'm going to bike to the beach and I'm going to make the most of this heat. If I want that tan line to come back by August 9th for its three year anniversary, I better get cracking.

Wishing you safe skin practices and silly goal setting...

Love love love,

K.

25 May 2010

First Homemade Cold Press of the Season!


First Homemade Cold Press of the Season!
Originally uploaded by pinkzilla

I have this dirty habit.

I hate it. It makes me feel out of tune each day.

I drink office coffee.

Watery. Burnt. Not Fair Trade or Direct Trade. But Barely wakes me up and I hide it under layers of sugar and cream... office coffee.

Here on the 10th floor, the last one to empty the air pot is required to brew the next batch. This happened to me three days in a row last week. That cruel sound of the last of the coffee coming through the straw and out into my only half filled Otter mug was just like a knife through the heart. I found myself settling for decaf. Twice.

Despite the fact that I complain about the coffee. It's free. And I won't pay $4/day at St@rbucks for something with a stronger, equally not enjoyable, flavor that doesn't benefit a company based in my 10 mile radius.

But the weekends. Oh, the weekends are such a stark contrast. Joel works above an Intelligentsia (http://www.intelligentsiacoffee.com/) and brings home a pound of sustainable, lovingly roasted, kick my eyelids open smelling beans. We grind them fresh. We use the French press. Oh yes. You would be quite impressed....

I don't even make a mess. (sorry, couldn't resist)

Anyway - if my fawning and rhyming didn't clue you in. I just hate having to leave my weekend coffee ritual. The Otter mug just doesn't deserve such beverages of poor proportions.

Which is why today I am happy to say. We had our first batch of Toddy coffee for me to bring. And while some of it did spill inside my bike bag and get my slip smelling like ultra-concentrated coffee beans, it was worth it. Today was so hot and sticky - the cold press was enough to make me blurt out quietly to myself with a smile, "Nom".

I do believe I've started a new era of less guilt and sadness at 8:25am Monday thru Friday. After almost two years. This milestone was perfectly complimented by my birthday card from Kimberlee (http://www.kimberleemunnillustration.co.nz) in Berlin. Thanks Kimberlee!

Wishing you the joy of well sourced and happy beverages (or the feeling it inspires if you are lucky enough to not be addicted)...

Love love love,

K.

03 May 2010

Excuses


They've left us!
Originally uploaded by levi mpls

Levi caught a great capture of our moving truck yesterday. The entire process of looking for an apartment, losing out on the one we wanted at first, looking more, packing, more packing - planning and packing, and finally moving has kept me busy these last three months.

I keep looking forward to when the next big hurdle of everyday existence will be over... when things will die down... but there always seems to be something I suppose. But I have hopes. High hopes for settling into our new apartment - getting things unpacked, and using the lovely HUGE kitchen we have at our disposal (garbage disposal included!)

Right off the kitchen will be our new office - complete with desk looking into a lovely brick wall. Here's hoping I have more time.

Wishing you more time....

Love love love,

K.

24 February 2010

So Good.

Please. Enjoy this video. It made me sectretly look around to make sure no one saw my jaw opening as big as it could while smiling. I held in the laughs as much as I could. I loved it.



It's also a reminder of all the things going pretty well these last few weeks. The trip to Minneapolis was filled with ups. No downs. We may have found an apartment that I keep imagining a whole new life in (a sunroom, a 3 season porch, a dining room!) One with no upstairs neighbors.

I bought a real, bonafide, grown up table from This Guy Michael.

I heard birds chirping the other day.

All these things and more. Watching friends get happier. Seeing snow still falling just to make sure we remember it's winter in Chicago. Eating butter we brought back from the lovely and incredibly missed Co-Ops of Minneapolis. Making garden plans (please start saving your pennies because next week is fundraiser for the garden week) involving copious amounts of vegetables for the raised beds.

Looking forward. Trying to imagine possibly coming to a point where the fact that I hate biking in this city can be overlooked for all the art, architecture, events and people that come along with this package with big shoulders.

This is me. Probably at my most optimistic in the last month. Cross your fingers I get that apartment or you'll be bringing me gallons of chocolate ice cream for me to cry into.

Wishing you big dreams. Big. Huge...

Love love love,

K.