Tuesday, April 14, 2015
I didn't wear a coat yesterday, or today, and I feel like I'm on vacation. The sun and warm weather is a welcome reprieve from the clenching grasp of winter that just hasn't let go of the Midwest for the last couple months. But now the grass is turning green, seagulls have been swarming the roofs of buildings on the Marquette campus, and I've seen my first daffodils.
Even better, my most recent show opened this past Friday, meaning I don't have rehearsal in the evenings this week, and my time is once again my own. To celebrate, I made a nest for myself on the front porch and did my homework in the sunshine. It was a simple setup, but I felt great getting to spend some time outside. Some kids were roller skating on the playground across the street, and I had my little tea party while getting some of my necessary work finished.
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Smoked trout and sweet potato benedict. Acorn squash chicken sausage strata. I'll admit up front: I don't know what strata is when I'm not talking about rocks, but it's these musical names that won me over when sitting down at Simple Cafe on Farwell Ave. on Milwaukee's East Side. The first time I walked in here, it was on a whim. I hadn't heard about it, but it looked as if it might have breakfast food, and my pal and I were hungry. I quickly fell into a deep, lasting love. I've been back a couple of times, and recently took my mom for her first. She felt similarly after her starter soup of a butternut squash, cinnamon concoction that tasted like it was a dessert, not a vegetable (or fruit, you biologists, you). I myself had a Korean BBQ bowl. I'm wussy about spice, but loved it despite the burn. What a pretty, savory mess for my mouth. Just look at me sassily grinning away with that broccoli.
So Simple Cafe makes really good food, that's a given. But even cooler is how they make it. They have a mission of sustainability and keeping local growers in business. I just went and read a little more about them on their website, and my own desire to support them continued to grow, above and beyond just wanting to try their pumpkin pancakes. I found this:
Monday, April 6, 2015
Happy Easter, Happy hunting! In my family, the tradition of hiding eggs goes farther afield than just the backyard. When my mom was little, my grandma started making little nests out of the field grass and hiding candy in stumps, crevices between rocks, out in the garden. And when I was born, my mom started hiding nests for me. This year Easter ended up being a holiday squashed between the unbearably busy days of my family's different lives, so we didn't do a lot of prep work and there weren't any pre-made nests. But on the day itself, my parents and I went walking in High Cliff state park and brought along some eggs to play with (and snack on, primarily).
Friday, April 3, 2015
Aha! The first post in a series I've been meaning to start for quite a while. I love books. I love reading. And even though school keeps me pretty much glued to books for class, once in a while I get to read what I want. Whatever I want. Freedom!
One of the books I've been working through lately is Daily Rituals, by Mason Curry. It's a compilation of the routines and habits from famous creatives over the last several centuries. And it's a wonderful bite size book, meaning you can easily start or end the day with a few pages and feel a little smarter in the process. It's kind of become my daily ritual to wake up in the morning, eat my cereal and crack open this book for the few minutes I have.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Amsterdam is a living city. It's unassumingly lovely, chock full of intriguing nooks and watering holes for the artistically-minded. I wouldn't have guessed it before going, but it was definitely my favorite city on the trip. I mentioned this in some previous posts, but while a lot of cities we visited are postcard pretty, they feel almost unreal in their touristy glamour. Amsterdam is not like that; real people are going about their day, and if you get in the way while ogling some attraction, you'll get hit by a bike. It's refreshing and very real. And since it was my favorite place, I have a lot to say about it. Settle in for a long one.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
After two weeks tramping through Eastern Europe, it was incredible to be back in a place where we could read the street signs. And when we got off our bus at Victoria Coach Station, I didn't need a map. I just knew where we were, thanks to my time studying abroad. It was one of the best and most surreal feelings of my life.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
I'm going to take a brief break from the travel updates to brag about my Spring Break. This past week, the snow melted and the sun came out, and I got to sleep and watch half a season of Parks and Rec. I spent the first couple of days up at the farm and it was so pleasant that even the compost pail looked pretty.