Showing posts with label washington dc. Show all posts
Showing posts with label washington dc. Show all posts

04.27.13

art-sniffing at the hirshhorn

It is a wonderful book to have around in case of emergency. No one should ever set out in pursuit of unholy excitement without a special vest pocket edition dangling from a string around the neck.

For this book tells exactly, and with compelling lucidity, just what to do when cast off by a grandfather or when sitting around a station platform at 4 a.m., or when spilling champagne in a fashionable restaurant, or when told that one is too old for the movies. Any of these things might come into one's life at any minute.

[...]

I think the heroine is most amusing. I have an intense distaste for the melancholy aroused in the masculine mind by such characters as Jennie Gerhardt, Ántonia and Tess (of the D'Urbervilles). Their tragedies, redolent of the soil, leave me unmoved. If they were capable of dramatizing themselves they would no longer be symbolic, and if they weren't—and they aren't—they would be dull, stupid, and boring, as they inevitably are in life.

(zelda fitzgerald, from "friend husband's latest," her review of the beautiful and damned for the new york tribune, april 2, 1922)

03.15.13

photo-74

on black cats of all kinds, if you feel that the universe is cold and vacant, know that there is an independent music venue in our nation's capital where, at seven o'clock on saturday evenings, hellmouth happy hour brings people together for an episode of buffy the vampire slayer on a backstage screen, drink specials, and a collective feeling, for forty minutes, at least, that all is not lost. the black cat screened two episodes when we were there a few saturdays ago, and then their jukebox had an old birthday party album in its first slot, and a cure v. smiths dance party broke out around nine. buffy anne summers, you save the world a lot.

03.06.13

ai weiwei's cube light (on its way out of the hirshhorn with his "according to what?" show when we were in washington) is pleasant from across the room. reminiscent of the beverly center in the mid-eighties, maybe. at the end of one's nose, now, it gleams like a beast; i like it well.

ai weiwei's cube light (4 of 4)

ai weiwei's cube light (3 of 4)

02.28.13

101 in 1001 {III}: 093 learn to make bagels at home [completed 02.22.13]

ye homemade bagels

a few things one should know about making bagels: the process is in no way arduous (a mere hour of rise time! you could decide to make bagels at nine in the morning and be eating them by like 11!*) and virtually idiot-proof, one can sub flours and toppings in and out at will (the heartbreak of poppy seeds between your teeth need never happen again!), and you can eat more than one when you're done (because they're much smaller than the carb bombs you'd buy from someone else, and also listen, you just made your own bagels and can do whatever you want).

this zenlike-in-its-simplicity recipe got to me by way of my college roommate jen, a brutally talented baker who, for example, rejiggered her famous-in-multiple-metropolitan-areas pie crust recipe with algebra and vodka to eliminate the need for crisco (that post features weight, volume, and ABV charts; it's a thing of beauty). she, in turn, picked it up from jennifer reese's make the bread, buy the butter, a book on when cooking from scratch is and isn't worth your time (her blog is here). ye recipe, with my adaptations and notes:

homemade bagels

- 3 1/2 cups flour (i made my first batch with ye olde white flour, and my second with 2 cups white and a cup and a half of whole wheat; both were great)
- 4 1/2 tsp. instant yeast
- 3 tbsp. cane sugar (i used vegan cane sugar)
- 1 tbsp. kosher salt (i kicked this up to more like 5 tsp, as the dough was a bit sweet)
- 1 1/2 cups warm water
- neutral vegetable oil for greasing (i used a can of pam organic olive oil spray i found at work)
- 2 tbsp. barley malt syrup or dark brown sugar (i had neither and used tupelo honey)
- cornmeal, for sprinkling
- 1 egg

combine the flour, yeast, sugar, and salt in a large bowl. add the water and beat hard for a few minutes. if the dough is too wet, add more flour, but just a bit at a time until you have a stiff dough. knead for 5 minutes. place dough in a lightly greased bowl and cover with a clean, damp towel to rise about one hour and double in size. preheat oven to 400 degrees F and bring a large pot of water to boil. while water is heating, lightly oil one baking sheet and sprinkle another generously with cornmeal. divide dough into 12 pieces.** roll each piece into a ball and stick your thumb through the middle to coax it into a bagel shape. let bagels rest on the greased baking sheet for 10 minutes (or not; i've skipped this step and the bagels don't seem to care). once the water is at a rolling boil, add the brown sugar or barley syrup (or honey). drop the bagels into the water, three at a time. let them simmer for a minute and flip them over to simmer for another minute. remove with a slotted spoon back to the greased baking sheet. repeat with the remaining bagels. move all the boiled bagels to the cornmeal sprinkled baking sheet, flipping them over when putting them down so the drier side sits in the cornmeal. give the top of each bagel a wee egg wash (one beaten egg was enough for the whole dozen), then sprinkle on the toppings of your choice; i used grey sea salt, penzeys dehydrated onions, and five diced garlic cloves.*** bake for about 30 minutes, until golden brown. serve with cream cheese and the satisfaction of fresh bagels acquired without the application of pants.

we split our first batch of carb DIY with our sweet downstairs neighbor who's been stuck at home since foot surgery a month ago. we brought our second batch along for yupster brunch on our train trip to washington last weekend.

homemade everything bagels on the train to DC

mimosas on the train to DC

yeah, those are faux-bois paper plates and napkins. not pictured: vanilla skyr, my quilting supplies (quilting and homemade bagels on the train: this is how childless cat ladies spend their time), joe biden (though i feel he was there in spirit), the $300 we had to spend on the much-less-genteel ride home on sunday when we missed the 6:20 train by five minutes. but this is not the story of that sadness; this is the story of bagels, and the story of bagels ends happily. go forth.


*if you're baking before nine in the morning, most of this website will not be of use to you.

**the original recipe is for 10 bagels, but i like mine slightly smaller, and, let's be honest, 12 is the best number.

***i am not usually a gadget fan, but my life changed for the better the day i found a garlic chopper at the office. i have and love a microplane, but a chopper is great for dishes which call for bigger chunks and social occasions which don't call for garlicky hands.

06.14.11

storm front

monaco hallway

koi for me

sixth and i ceiling

tools

jms, lmo

newlies at the bar

lincoln's waffle shop menu

national portrait gallery chandelier

{storm front from the train; joe in our hotel's murderous hallway; man-eating koi; the ceiling at sixth & i; that with which we oompa loompa; teeth; afterparty; lincoln's waffle shop; the national portrait gallery}

the good news is that our friends' wedding in washington was a smashing success. the bad news is that almost anyone can trick me into dancing these days.

{full photo set here.}

06.10.11: the dirty dozen {packed for a wedding weekend in washington, dc}

01 stink
02 three pairs of heels
03 four wristwatches
04 coiled green rubber snake
05 bananagrams
06 biggie was right
07 essie trophy wife and chinchilly nail polish
08 the travelin' domino
09 jenny yoo "ella" in capri blue silk shantung
10 the essential daryl hall & john oates
11 bikini
12 equipoise


imaginary reading group discussion questions

01 have you been a wedding attendant? how many times?

02 is it acceptable to wear more than one watch at once?

03 which nail polish do you prefer?

04 have you ever gone fountain hopping? would you?

02.25.10

penn station

joe found out this weekend that he'd be needed down in washington. his business travel is minimal, but these little blips come up every so often, and we have a routine: he usually takes off after work midweek, i watch a lot of gratuitous lady-movies,* and the train brings him back on friday or so. this time the trip coincided with a light week at my office, so i came along. i considered cultivating a sneaky hooker vibe, but i'd never be able to keep a straight face for something like that, and really, i just kept thinking of my only other trip to DC, which was for an MUN conference at georgetown when i was sixteen. back then i divided my time pretty evenly between security council sessions with my best friend, generic local tourism, and sneaking off to meet these guys who'd come down to the conference from some high school in brooklyn (BK1: "we're the delegation from yoo-krun." BK2: "it's ukraine, jackass!"): this time it was food pilgrimages (joe's half of dinner could be expensed, at least), a late-night death march down pennsylvania avenue so i could get my sorkin on in front of the white house, a quick craft museum trip during the work meeting, and generic "circle game" musings on the passage of time (i kept trying to take photos of myself in our hotel suite's megamirror, but i don't have the stomach to compare them to pictures i saved from the '95 georgetown trip**). it was exhausting, and lovely, and more than a little weird.

union station

the department of health was offering free swine flu shots at the train station on wednesday, but no, joe said, that was not his idea of a romantic souvenir. "am i making it new for you? you know, washington. with my eyes."

day 202: crossing

washington, jefferson

grand salon

as many of the museums weren't new to me, i followed "game fish" wabes's suggestion and checked out the renwick gallery, home of the smithsonian's craft and decorative arts program. it is wondrous, to put it mildly, and has things like a marlin made of action figures and game pieces (the aforementioned game fish), a ghost clock, my new favorite self portrait...go. particularly if you're a been-there, done-that museumgoer.

joe and i met up at cowgirl creamery downtown for a lunchtime cheese feast; about half of what we bought ended up coming home in my purse, so i hope amtrak was kind-but-not-too-kind to the fancy bacteria in our red hawk and super-aged gouda.

crick, NW DC

with cues from design*sponge's city guide, we wandered through adams morgan and dupont circle.

the cairo

windows i appreciate

thyme gimlet

we holed up in a dupont circle bar for happy hour, had tapas and vegetarian(!) paella at jaleo, and woke up on our train just before it left penn station and headed for boston. almost sixteen years on, the district and i are alright.

{full photo set here.}


*read: movies with giant ants and/or oscar nominees.

**blah blah, now my forehead is tragically wrinkly, but mostly because i rocked some lethal pantsuits back in the day. someone should've taken me aside.