Showing posts with label eff yeah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eff yeah. Show all posts

10.01.2012


EHRMAGERD!!!!!!

I'm doing a GIVEAWAY over at Liz's super swell blog, Happy Sighs! It's crazy exciting! 
She's doing a week of posts about artists who create as a hobby or as a job, and I'm jibber-jabbering about all this business nonsense.

Check it out and enter to win!


source unknown - anyone?

9.18.2012

Nick's Most Favoritest Salted Chocolate Chip Cookies





Lately, I've been getting back into cooking and baking from scratch. Don't get me wrong, we've been eating at home a lot, but I've been cooking more food that amounts to meals, instead of sandwiches or more assembled dinners. 

Last night I made this from Joy the Baker and it was DELICIOUS. There was biscuit dough leftover, so while the whole shebang was baking, I cut the rest of the dough into itty bitty biscuits and baked them in the toaster oven. They were gone by the end of the night, and I was in a butter coma. (If you make the recipe, I suggest only using 2 cups stock and 8 oz more mushrooms. It was a bit runny for my liking, and the mushrooms cooked down a little too much.)

But I digress. This post is about cookies. 

Growing up, my mom only baked for other people (funerals, church functions, new babies, bridal showers, etc). The cookies we got were the somewhat burned and super crunchy cookies. Super crunchy because my mom already made her cookies crispy (GROSS). Any cookie afficionado would agree that the best cookie has a bit of chew - not super soft, not super crispy. A nice in-between texture that will hold up to dunking or being stashed in a baggie in your purse. 

These cookies have that. And they are awesome. 

I honestly don't know where I found the recipe. I think it's a hybrid of several across the interwebs. But I've made them so many times that the bookmarked page in my handwritten cookbook is ragged and stained with butter and other kitchen debris. 

They're super simple and don't require fancy ingredients or weird techniques. 

Make them now!

You'll need:
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
12 tablespoons (1.5 sticks) unsalted butter, at room temperature
1 cup brown sugar, firmly packed
1/2 cup white sugar
1 large egg, lightly beaten
1 egg yolk
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1.5 cups chocolate chips, semisweet or dark
Salt of preference (I prefer a flaky salt, but Kosher will do. If you're using fancy salts, I wouldn't go any darker than pink or light grey, as the flavor of the salt may interfere and clash with the cookie's awesomeness.)

Method:
Preheat your oven to 330 degrees (a weird temperature, but run with it).

Sieve together the flour and baking soda into a medium-sized bowl. Set aside. 

In your mixer's bowl, cream together the butter, brown sugar, and white sugar. Then add the egg, egg yolk, and vanilla extract. Mix until just combined. 

Start the mixer on low to medium speed and add the flour/baking soda mixture somewhat slowly (I use a large serving spoon and just add spoonfuls one at a time). Add chocolate chips until just combined. 

(At this point, I like to cover the dough and put it in the fridge while I prep the baking sheets and clear my workspace a little. It keeps the dough firm and malleable. If your kitchen is cool, you probably don't need to do this.)

Prep your baking sheets by lining with parchment paper. 

Take a spoonful of dough and roll into a golf ball-sized ball.  Space the balls a couple of inches apart on the paper, as they will spread while baking. 

After your dough balls are on the sheets, take your salt of preference and sprinkle each ball, making sure to really get some salt on them. If you're using table salt, err on the side of caution, as a little goes a long way. (Since the dough is unsalted and the butter isn't either, this will be the only salt this recipe gets. Don't add a ton, but definitely make sure they're sprinkled well.)

Bake on the center rack for 20-23 minutes. IMPORTANT: these cookies do not brown like conventional cookies. If you're unsure whether they're done, test with a toothpick. 

When done baking, let cool a bit on the cookie sheet, then transfer to cooling racks. Keep on the counter in a loosely-lidded container. 

Yield: about 24 cookies. 

1.20.2012


Back in the day, before I was chained to a desk, I was a floral designer. I started from the bottom – scrubbing and hauling buckets, cleaning coolers, cleaning the shop, processing flowers… basically doing the grunt work so that the designers could focus and do their job.


I would watch the designers with wonder, awe-struck that they could be creative on demand. I'm the kind of person who geeks out over comics about map projections. This stuff baffled me.


A lot of times I would stop for a bit and just watch, eager to learn their secrets. They would point things out to me and I would soak it all in, methodically categorizing the information in the creative desert that is my brain.  


Eventually, I weaseled my way into designing. If the shop was clean, I'd claim the teensy corner of a counter, fill a vase, and start arranging scraps, asking questions with each step, because I was CLEARLY not doing it right.


And you know the beauty of it all? It's a SCIENCE. It's a perfect blend of science and creativity. It's no small wonder why I adored it so much. Still adore it, really, and would totally love to do it again.


Especially when I saw Jamie's post about the Tend Living Pop-Up Shop. I've heard of Tend before, but never really investigated what is the clear AMAZINGNESS of their floral designs. It's times like these that I wish I were back in a shop, wearing grubby jeans, blasting hip hop, and cranking out arrangements.


The work is hard. Honestly. You'd be surprised to know that when you work in a flower shop, you don't stand around and play with flowers all day. While the rest of the world is celebrating or mourning, you're there in the background, making the world beautiful.


One thing in particular that stuck with me is Sarah Rhyanen's interview in "The Makers," a photo project by Jennifer Causey (check it out. seriously). When asked how she relaxes, her response is "I don't." Girl doesn't lie. I mean, in her "down time," she's remodeling a crazy-old farm house and planting THOUSANDS of bulbs. THAT'S dedication.


Florists are some of the hardest-working people I know. They get up early, hit the flower market before dawn to get the good stuff, run around all day, haul 45-lb buckets as if they were 2-lb aerobics weights. They stay late, making sure the tear-down is done right and everything returns to the shop. If there's a funeral at 8 pm on a Sunday, even after working 4 weddings the day before and 2 the day of, they're there. All on top of making and delivering standard, everyday arrangements. There is no such thing as a weekend for a florist.


It's rough. It's amazing.


So anywho. Enough about that. I guess where I was going with this post (before a major digression) are the awesome arrangements I've been seeing around the interwebs. They make me all giddy & shit to get back in the business.


Here are some that have made an impression lately:


If you don't already know my proclivity for South African flora (ahem), then these next couple arrangements should create a picture for ya. PROTEA 4 LIFE.

via Tend Living


her bouquet? AMAZING.
via Tend Living

Saipua's yellow and pink bouquet, although not my two favorite colors, totally rocks.
via Saipua Blog


And citrus?? YES.
Amy Merrick for Design*Sponge

1.04.2012



I owe you all an apology. I've been a mopey git.

For a while now I've been complaining about the hitch in my giddy-up. It's time for me to stop. Shit happens. What matters is how you cope with it.

So.
N and I have decided to do something Big and Scary.
No, not the other Big and Scary - that didn't work out. For all our efforts, Austin is just not going to happen right now. I'm taking it as a sign from the universe to try again another time.

But some incredibly lovely and beyond amazing bestest people in the world have offered us a haven for a time, until we get back into the swing of things. 

And best of all? It's not in our small town. It's in a rather large town, a METROPLEX even. 

And we'll have the flexibility and the option to pursue our dreams and our desires among friends. 


All we have to do is jump.
...and not fall flat on our faces.
no big deal.



image by Olly Moss, via woolgathering & miscellany's tumblr