Since I am horrible at making chicken, a few months ago I decided to experiment with fish.
It hadn’t been particularly successful so far, but tonight I made the most amazing baked salmon fillet using Alton Brown’s Smoked Salmon Rub I followed his instructions up to the point where it sits for hours in the fridge before you smoke it.
I used half the amount of sugars it called for since I only made one fillet and only a 1/4 of the salt. I wrapped the foil as tightly as I could around my fillet and baked it at 375 for 15 minutes. After the time was up I took it out of the oven to check on it then flipped it over to bake a little longer. ( This process would have been much more successful with tongs and maybe another layer of aluminum since I lost a lot of the delicious juices when I flipped it and put it back in.)
15 minutes later I took the fillet out and it was flaky, perfectly glazed and ridiculously salty with a little bit of spice.
It probably would have been fine if the salt was cut down even more. Maybe just a pinch or two.
But all in all my adventures with Salmon was a great success!
I had planned to post this a week ago, but of course I waited, and then waited too long…
There is a show on SpikeTV called “Bar Rescue.” A few months ago a really cool bar near my apartment called Piratz Tavern was picked to be on the show and a few weeks ago it was “rescued”.
Last Saturday I walked up to the bar to meet some friends. I stood under the new sign, a sketch of a man’s body in a suit with the name Corporate Bar written over top.
I opened the door and walked into a bar that was lit brighter than my apartment. I stood in front of a fish tank noticing that the walls looked a lot plainer than what I remembered Piratz Tavern looking like.
The rescue was supposed to change everything, from the menu, the wait staff to the decorations and the name. When I sat down at my table though I was greeted by a “pirate” and given a menu listing, among other Piratz Taverned themed drinks, pitchers Grog.
Not that I’m complaining, but it does make me wonder what happened. Did they realize that the Corporate theme wouldn’t fit with the neighborhood? Was there an outpour of criticism about the socalled “rescue”? Or did the pirates just come into corporate bar and takeover? Either way, welcome back pirates.
The Washington Post published a story about this today and it was the best thing I had read in months.
A little over a year ago my friend called me and told me she had just come back from an event called the “Polar Bear Plunge” and it looked like the coolest thing she had ever seen and “we should definitely do it next year.”
So around November or December I looked up Polar Bear Plunge MD, emailed the information to her, and the next thing I knew we were registered to “plunge” into the Chesapeake Bay in the middle of winter.
The Polar Bear Plunge took place last weekend in Annapolis. All plungers are required to raise at least $50 dollars in order to participate— All of the proceeds from the event go to the Maryland Special Olympics, an organization that I am a big supporter of since I started working for an organization that supports adults with disabilities.
Luckily for us, it was around 55 degrees on the day of the event making the water around 40. So all in all it wasn’t so bad. It was still a pretty big shock for my body though when the water hit my bear legs. Even more so when I forced myself to stay in the water so my friend and I could get photos of each other.
Even more important than mentally preparing for the cold water though, was preparing our outfits to wear when we “plunged”. The only thing we knew without a doubt is that we had to wear bow ties. It’s amazing how hard it is to find a good bow tie for a woman. So we ended up making ours; or my friend made ours. The other must—at least for my outfit— was a Tutu which I hapended to find at Hot Topic, a store I haven’t set foot in since I was 15. We also opted to chalk our hair (http://www.seventeen.com/fashion/blog/hair-chalking). Which we did using Soft Pastels from the craft store. It was perfect because it washed out right away unlike actual dye that usually takes a least a few days to wash out. Unfortunately it made our hair feel like a Barbie doll’s.
The photos are ones my friend and fellow plunger, Taylor Welch, took of the event (She happens to be a professional photographer so I am also including a link to her website too- http://www.taylorwphotography.com/):
I’ve been asking myself this question a lot lately. Especially when I find myself in situations where I desperately want to want what is right in front of me but know that I don’t.
I’ve realized in the last couple months that if I really put my mind to it I can talk myself into wanting just about anything. From the Ice cream cone in the middle of January after eating two hamburgers to that cute guy who is my complete opposite in everyway.
I recently found myself with this incredibly good looking generally very nice guy. It was one of those situations, though, where you look at someone and you just know. He’s fun but he’s not right for you. But somehow I still found myself letting go; giving in to the game that he wanted to play.
When I thought about this in the days that followed I realized that I do this a lot. I love Love. I crave even the illusion of it. Even when I start out realistic and rational— telling myself that this one isnt the one, slowly but surely that voice in my head gets softer and softer until its words become entirely different. And then I’m in it. Attached until I need to be pryed off with tools meant for heavy machinery.
I seem to have a lack of trust in myself when it comes to getting into relationships. Would I know the one when I saw him? Do I want to say no because I’m scared or because some part of me knows this isn’t right?
So I take a chance. I close my eyes and dive in. And the more he falls the more I do too. Now here I am, 25 and wondering how to stop this cycle because as embarressed I am to admit it I would really love to be done dating already.
This is my favorite quote from Sex and the City, probably because I have become the real life Charlotte York in the last few years…
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the months when I was getting ready to graduate from college and the summer I was moving out of my apartment to come back home.
My roommate, who was about to move to Israel, and I were giving away everything we owned; repeatedly saying that we wouldn’t need x or y anymore. Now that it is starting to get colder I specifically remember several space heaters that I stupidly told myself I would never need again.
I seem to have had all of these naive ideas about what my life would be like as a 20 something after college. I thought I would have this amazing job where I’d be paid a decent salary, and I/we would be able to live in these great places where there was an actual heating system so the pipes didn’t freeze and burst in the winter (which is exactly what happened in college).
Now here we are 25 years old desperately wondering what happened to all of those space heaters we used to have in our college apartment, since our heating system in our new apartment is incredibly loud and ineffective anyway.
It’s more than just the lack of adequate heat though. I saw my sister and her friends graduate from college three years before me and it was like they all found jobs immediately, and these great apartments in the perfect locations.
Their careers and lives are established and were by the time they were my age. But when I look at my life and my friends’ who graduated with me we are all in the same boat. Either working at a job that we can only hope is a stepping stone to what we want or still looking for that first step or next move after an education.
Several months ago I took the leap and moved out of my parents house and into an apartment 40 minutes away.
After all of my claims that they would never see me again I have made the long trek around the beltway at least once a week every week since my move. I always do this under the impression that my parents want me to come home. They miss me and look forward to my arrival.
So you can imagine my confusion when I arrive at my parents house on the weekends, basket of overflowing laundry in hand stomach grumbling because I waited to eat breakfast until I got there only to find that my loving and obviously lonely parents aren’t there.
I call my mom. No answer. When I call my dad his voice bellows into my phone. “HELLLOO?” When I ask him where they are I am convinced he is laughing a little when he says they went out to breakfast. He knows I have arrived at what they now call “my weekend house.”
There is a series of Toyota commercials that my mom and I always laugh at because of the fact that it is so representative of our current situation. The 20-something kids talk about their parents as if their whole world revolves around them and the parents clearly sit around knitting and reading the newspaper all day now that they don’t have their kids around to do things with. The next scenes show the parents pulling hiking gear and water skis out of their cars; preparing for their next adventures…
Long after the students at Woodrow Wilson High School in Tenleytown had left the school to start their weekend activities more than 100 young adults filled the lobby of the new building ready to learn all of the skills they would need for the year that they are about to embark on.
Coaches from New York came down to DC to help us learn different skills and tools for coaching. For two hours on Saturday night and all day Sunday we took in the skills and advice from the facilitators and tonight it really begins. Tonight we meet our fellows and start the journey.
For me it started a few months ago. I was restless and frustrated and looking for something more. So I turned to Idealist for volunteer opportunities. That’s when I found it. Future Project. A brand new project launching in Washington, DC, New York City and New Haven Connecticut. The goal is to inspire and motivate young people to fulfill their passions and do good.
After I applied i had just about let it go until I finally got an email from someone in DC asking me to interview. Everything I found out about Future Project only made me want to do it more. The mere fact that two people about my age created this from idle conversation a year ago was inspiring enough.
Now here I am. I left yesterday feeling more excited, inspired and motivated than I have in a long time.
I should mention for anyone reading this that there will most likely be a lot of posts about my Future Project experience from here on out.