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Making Cartoons

I’m so excited to finally announce that I have another project up and running!  Over the next several months, I’m going to be joining forces with my friend (and incredible artist) Michael Greenholt and several of our talented friends to make an animated music video.  One of our very favorite artists, Nick Jaina, is letting us use one of the songs from his new album as the soundtrack to an animated short.  You can listen to and download the album here.

I’ll be talking about the project from time to time on this blog, but if you want to follow along with the production, I’ll be blogging about it at http:weekendobsession.blogspot.com.

See you there!  MUAH!

 

Tak for Mad: Abelskiver

Right now I’m suffering from a not-enough-hands-and-too-many-pies kind of situation.

Maybe suffering is not the right word. Because I’m loving this time of life. Reveling in it.

My desk is covered in books on photography, typography and cooking, crowded by an empty bottle of gin, a glass of iced tea, an unopened wedding invitation, business cards, watercolor paints and brushes, my journal, a bendable ruler, an empty picture frame and a cast iron skillet.

My mess is glorious
and energizing.

Why can’t I just put my hands in pies for a living?

In a serious nesting fit, a couple of weeks ago, I went a-searching on Etsy for some food art to put on the walls of my kitchen. I found a few things that I thought were fun, but nothing caught my eye and said “ME. CHOOSE ME!  YOUR KITCHEN HAS BEEN UNBEARABLY EMPTY AND COLD BEFORE NOW!!!”

I posted a few of the potential pieces on Facebook, where my friend Amanda suggested (in that sort of casual, yet genius way that she has of saying significant things) that I should just make foods that I like, photograph them and frame them myself.  I just love that girl.  I immediately connected with the idea and when James and I were talking it over that night, he added the suggestion that I make foods from my family’s cookbook, photograph them and blog about it…

***DING***

WELL YEAH.  I coulda thought of that. PRObably.

With enough gin.

Several years ago, my aunt Janet compiled a WHOOOLE bunch of our family’s favorite recipes and bound them together in to a cookbook.  Our Danish ancestry is a big part of the food that we eat and how we eat it (I learned pretty early to spread my butter ALL THE WAY TO THE CRUST) and Janet titled the book “Tak for Mad” which is the Danish expression for “Thanks for the food.”

I have my own copy and while I rarely make the traditional Danish recipes like Rabarbragrot or Frikadeller, I frequently reference it for my favorite banana nut bread recipe and my Grandma Jane’s Cinnamon Rolls.

A few days after the seed for this idea was planted by Amanda and James, a birthday gift from my mom arrived in the mail that cemented the whole plan.

Good gracious, who dented my pan???

THIS, my friends is an Abelskiver pan.  And Abelskiver is THE very first recipe in Tak for Mad.

“But what is Abelskiver, Laura Jane?”

I’m so glad you asked.  Abelskiver, or Aebelskeever, or Ableskivver, or Ebelskiver or any number of variations is basically a pancake ball.  The word itself is Danish for “Apple Slices” which were sometimes put inside the pancake balls.  (Stop drooling, I see you.  Gaping mouths are unbecoming.)  These pancake balls were a part of my growing up.  We had them at family get togethers and my mom’s pan got lots of use whenever my sister and I would bring friends home from college to visit.

THIS is how you make them.

Simplicity. (Or, enkelhed, in Danish.)

If you can’t see the picture all that well (or if you just want to copy and paste the recipe) it’s

Abelskiver

1 T. sugar
1 1/2 c. flour
4 t. baking powder
2 eggs (separated)
2 T. water in egg whites
1 1/4 c. milk

Mix the dry ingredients, add beaten egg yolks and milk. Fold in the stiffly beaten egg whites.

That’s about where Norma stops giving instructions, so I’ll let you know that you can put delicious surprises in the middle, if you’d like.  Obviously, you can put apple slices inside, or jam, or custard, or heck…peanutbutter…chocolate… You could even do some savory versions with bacon or garlic and butter or cheese inside.  The possibilities are endless!  You can have abelskiver at every meal!!

*ehem*

In terms of HOW to prepare these little guys, I had the best results placing the pan on a lower setting and letting the abelskiver cook slowly.  I put a little bit of butter in the bottom of each divot and let it melt first.  Then, I poured the batter in until it was about 1/2 an inch from the top.  It took long enough that I had time to snap some shots of the anticipation in the kitchen.

I like to keep him waiting because then he makes this face.

SISTER!!!! You can still kind of see the lines on her face from sleeping on the couch. heh.

I also found that it was easier to turn them over using a kabob skewer, but you can use a fork. Or a crochet needle. Whatever tickles your ableskiver.

In a bowl. Like a boss.

Even the puppy waited her turn.

Covered in maple syrup and powdered sugar. Oh, and clumpy powdered sugar at that. How embarrassing.

They’re best served hot hot out of the pan.

And preferably with mimosas.

Next time I post a recipe from Tak for Mad, I’ll try to make something that doesn’t require a specialty pan like this.  Something you can make from home.  Like “Liver Postej,” if you’re in to that kind of thing.

So much love!

 

Poultry Garb

Not too long ago, I visited Amazon.com and was a little surprised to see that SOMEthing in my previous purchase history prompted them to recommend that I buy a rubber chicken purse.

I looked at the picture of the chicken purse for a long time.
I tried to picture myself holding it at parties
or shopping around town
digging around through the inner workings of a chicken to pay for a parking meter.
And I thought “naw…I couldn’t possibly get away with that.”

So I went about my business and did not buy it.

But then, I started thinking about it and how it might be a good conversation starter.  Or how it might just be quirky enough to be…dare I say it?  Cool.

But am *I* quirky enough to get away with using something that ridiculous as an everyday item? Am I?  Nnnnn……iuuuuhhhyeahhh?? I don’t know…

Something kept drawing me back and I actually deliberated for about two months.  I kept checking Amazon just to see if it was still in stock.

Finally, I gave in.

Chickenpurse was mine.

The first time we had an outing, I took it to class.  I was nervous and a little bit embarrassed.  What was I thinking?  People would surely laugh at the fat  girl with the horrifying purse.  I sort of tried to …hide it…as best I could.  I stuck it under the desk as fast as I could when I arrived to class early. And then, during a class break, I pulled it out to grab some money for the vending machine.

And an audible collective gasp from the back row made me turn around in shame.

But the gasp was not one of disgust.  All of these design students in my class loved it.  It made them smile and they asked if they could touch it.  It started conversations and it got us talking about ridiculous things.

IT. WAS. AWESOME.

I love how unique it is now.  I love that I can take it to a wedding and people take pictures of it.

And I love that now, I get random chickeny things as gifts.

Friend Lexi in Boston sent me a chicken hat for my birthday last week

and she asked me if I would wear it out with the chickenpurse.

I told her I might have to stagger the introduction of poultrygarb to my wardrobe, one piece at a time.

But who knows.  This could lead to a lot of great conversations.  Maybe I’ll even meet some other chicken enthusiasts.

Weekend Shenanigans

This weekend was full of adventure.  Love and silliness and shenanigans and adventure.
We headed to Portland with the two couples we hang out with the most, to attend the wedding of our friends Joel and Deborah.

Somehow, being up in this gigantic skied, pointy treed landscape made my heart beat a little faster – made me breathe a little deeper.

I wanted to jump in this field of high grass and stick my nose in the dirt, just to breathe in more of the green.  I stopped myself because…well, because there were strangers present and I didn’t want to show up to the wedding site with hay in my hair and ripped tights.  That’s a great way to start a scandal.

The wedding was colorful and interesting and I met some chronically cool individuals.  The bride’s sister had this gorgeous owl tattoo that I wanted to skin off  her and hang on my wall.  I refrained…though I did geek out a little bit and corner her and ask her to let me take her picture.

And while the wedding itself was joyous and wonderful (as almost all weddings tend to be) the most enjoyable part of this weekend was just spending time with my best friends.
These people, these beautiful people are my people.  They are a part of my family.  These are the people I get to stay up late with eating ice cream, and drinking wine, and seeing movies and laughing about nothingnesses.

Look at how gorgeous she is:

Together, they are unstoppable.

And these two, well these two gave me my favorite shot of the whole weekend.

The more I get to share life with these people, the more humbled I am by their love, their generosity, their talents.  How is it possible I get to hang out with such cool people?

I love that, when left to their own devices, these friends of mine are deep down, gen-you-wine goofballs.

Of course, there were moments when I wished all of the people we love could have joined us on the adventure.  There were times when I was like “OH! Sarah would know exactly what I mean when I talk about smelling green” or “ooo, I think Regan would be really proud of me for getting that shot.”  But there are many adventures ahead with those friends, too.  This is just one tiny sliver of the awesome.

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Somehow, I found time to take some quiet moments for myself.  I found some secret treasures.
An unexpected vase.

A paper dragon.

A cake covered in paper dragons.

A window with lots of warm inside.

A girl, about to be married.

I hope your week is off to a great start!

Ukelele on the corner

On my way home from work, I got to see something awesome.   Two kids were stopped at a crosswalk while I waited for my light to turn green.  Suddenly, joyfully, and with no audience, the guy on the left pulled out the uke and played while the guy on the right started singing.

Luckily, my phone was on hand to catch the moment.

This is how I want to be
ready with a song and a friend
when the world is telling me to wait.

con mucho gusto

Part one: Life

Last weekend, diets went out the window.  We gorged ourselves on life and friends and food.  Eating it all up.

We were reminded of how fragile life is last week with the sudden loss of a friend.  It stopped us in our tracks.  Broke our hearts.  The loss is deep and scary and so many of us are trying to figure out what happens next.

We had plans for the weekend, and an out of town guest to entertain.  And suddenly it felt profane to carry on – to have fun seemed out of the question.

Nate was the kind of guy who LIVED.  Like, he dive-bombed in to every moment, head first, with gusto.  Boy had enthusiasm, and energy and so much love.  He loved his family, his son, his fiance, his friends, and God with everything he did.

So we decided that is how we would carry on.  THAT is how we would figure out what happens next.  We’ll dive in to every moment the way he did.  Con mucho gusto.

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Part two:  Food

I am the kind of girl who will find a reason to bake or make a crap-ton of food for just about any occasion.  Baby shower?  I’ll make a couple of cheesecakes!  It’s your anniversary?  I’ve got an amazing pear tart recipe I’ve been dying to make again.  Bridal shower?  I’d LOVE to make enough meatballs to feed an army of church ladies.  It’s Tuesday?  Sounds like a good day to make pie.

So when my boy had a landmark birthday last week (hello, 30!) I jumped in the kitchen with so much gusto, I got whiplash.

The recipes I tried turned out so well, I HAD to share them witcha.

I found a recipe for linguine with slow-cooked zucchini, basil and cream on NPR’s Kitchen Window.  At first I looked past this recipe because I have an unnatural hate for zucchini.  It’s always served steamed and mushy and it tastes like dog fart. (Sorry, but someone had to say it.)  But I gave the recipe another look when I read this bit in the commentary:

A wonderful thing happens to zucchini when you slowly cook it over a low flame. It transforms from a bland, watery vegetable to a lovely, pulpy sauce with a subtly nutty flavor.”

And I was all – “PROVE IT.”

And by Jove, they were right.  I actually let the squash and zucchini cook for about an hour before it got to the point where it was smooshy and fall-aparty.

Here’s what I ended up with:

This cost me about $15 to make and it could have fed 6 people, easily.

THEN, I realized I’d never made a chocolate cake from scratch before… and that seemed like a travesty.  SO, I Googled around a bit (that’s what she said) and found this recipe for a dark chocolate cake with lots of good reviews.

I put cherries between the layers and slathered it in dark chocolate frosting (store bought – I wimped out last second).

If you decide to try it out – lemme give you a tip:  let the cake layers rest in the pans in the refrigerator overnight.  They stick together and are so much more moist (*shudder* still hate that word) the next day.  Here’s what happened when I didn’t do that:

Couldn't even put frosting on it. Still delicious though.

But here’s what happened AFTER leaving the layers in the fridge overnight:

Perfection

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Part three:  Friends

After living on the obscene amount of leftovers for a couple of days, we celebrated James’ birthday with one of the best things you can do in LA:  we went to a Cinespia movie screening at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.

And we got to hang out with some amazing people.

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Escape Plan

Like most people, I need a routine.  I need things I can depend on from day to day.  I need structure and goals to stay focused.

It took me a surprisingly long time to discover this about myself.  It took me exactly 28 years 342 days and  14 hours to realize that without structure, I naturally forget to do important things like…put on pants.  Or brush my teeth.  Or have fun.

What I had confused for so long were the words “routine” and “monotony.”  For me, a successful routine can include a 9-5 day job (read: short stretches of monotony) if it also includes weekend trips or vacations or mental breaks every few weeks.  But the key element (for me) is leaving time, money, resources and ideas for spontaneity.  (File this one under “First World Problems.”)

When I was in high school, I had an emergency escape plan.  If homework got too hard or if my parents “just didn’t understand” at the right time, I had an envelope hidden in my closet stuffed with:

an extra car key
a map highlighted with a route to California
and a wad of money.

That wad of money would have gotten me from Kansas City to about… Kansas.  But to me, that envelope was an insurance policy.  An escape pod.  I never used it, but it was there: a safety net prepared to catch me if adolescence just got to be too much.

Ten years later, I live in California, I have to work harder for my money and my insurance rates stay low if I put fewer miles on my car.  I’ve become an adult despite my best efforts.  I work for The Man, and even if my husband “just doesn’t understand” at an inopportune time, I have no good reason to to run away.  In fact, I have every reason to stay.

The past five weeks, I’ve been off work for medical leave.  At first, I thought this would be the ultimate staycation (a word I hate, but an idea I love).  But what did I do?  Instead of knocking off a few projects around the house, or reading those books I never seem to have time for, or teaching the puppy new tricks, I found myself sitting inside on gorgeous days,
staring at facebook,
forgetting to put on pants,
stuck in the rut of routine,
no, not routine.  Stuck in the rut of monotony.

With this face looking at me:

PLAY. WITH. ME. NOW.

Last Wednesday, it all got to be too much, and I needed to get out.

I *wanted* to drive to Joshua Tree.

Or Yosemite.

Or just out of Los Angeles for an afternoon.  It didn’t matter.  But when I saw that face and I realized I didn’t have enough ‘fun’ money to fill my tank and take an impromptu day trip out of the city… then naturally, that’s all I wanted to do.

Still, I needed to do something.   I pulled out an old bag and stuffed it with:

my camera
a blanket
a pillow
a bottle of water
a sweatshirt
puppy toys
a book
and some snacks.

It took me an hour and 15 minutes to get everything together,  find my shoes, charge my camera battery and put on pants.

When I left the house, I didn’t even know where I was going.  Consequentially, I didn’t get far.

I ended up going to a familiar place, with people I know:  A coffee shop I’ve been to a million times.  And to be honest, I felt defeated.

So I am resolved:  this won’t happen again. I’m hoarding away some extra cash, some day trip ideas, a blanket.  I’m keeping my camera battery charged, and my shoes by the door.  I’m going to keep an escape pod in the trunk of my car as a part of my routine: a plan to be spontaneous.

So tell me, what would you consider essential?  What would you keep in your adventure kit?