Category: Weekly Reads

Weekly Reads 18

The sun is starting to make an appearance and it’s really making me happy. The office remodel resulted in my work space having a giant window on my back. Between that and the occasional dog walk, it’s been a great realization just how much I enjoy that ball of fire in the sky. I haven’t worn my favorite wool coat in at least a week!

It was Spring Scoot this weekend, so my time riding cupcake [that’s a thing] has increased a whole lot. My legs are not pleased. They were already angry from the Barre3 class I tried on Wednesday. My legs still hurt. A lot. Like a lot a lot. I know I haven’t been hitting the gym or working out with the intensity I used to, but dang. Consider me humbled.


I splurged on these linen sheets. They’re so comfortable and temperature regulating. Why did I wait?

Of course I’d eat pretzels wrapped around breakfast sausage. Of course.

Now this all-IKEA cheese plate seems like a fun reason to get some friends together.

I’m glad to see that the fact that I still write notes instead of type them makes the most sense.

This Yucatán Mexico travel guide is creating a travel itch that needs to be scratched.

Ambivert? That’s probably a really close representation of me, myself, and I.

This story about her grandma and New Orleans has me missing mine. Grandma’s can be so cool.

Putting greenery in my mac-n-cheese is a sure fire way to ensure I’m going to eat all of it. Cue the springiness of spring dishes.

This space is everything I want. I’m now lusting after the shelving system for the living room.


I could eat this breakfast bowl every day.

Because we could all use a little more self-care, couldn’t we?

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I’m here. I’m working. I’m eating. I’m doing nearly everything I love except cooking. That’s been falling to the wayside. It’s short lived. Tax season is flying by. It’s already almost 3/15. That’s equal parts exciting and terrifying. We started Wellness Wednesdays at the office, and I had my first guided meditation last week. The 25 minutes definitely did not feel like it. I think I got the hang of it pretty quickly. The key is practice, and I’ve done it exactly zero times since. I’m craving our annual trip

I’m craving our annual trip and some sunshine. We’re getting really close to nailing it down. I’d say with a fair amount of confidence it will involve a flight into Bilbao and a flight out of Milan, but you never know. Plenty of time to change our minds. Again.

Last weekend was all the sports. Timbers season opener and some seats at a Trailblazers game. We went to a vermouth night at Locale. I tried two new-to-me spots: Spitz and Bless Your Heart Burgers. Both were really good. We found out La Cocina’s ceviche is a force to be reckoned with. Their tuna might be slightly better than their shrimp, but only slightly. It’s severed in a giant frozen molcajete. Jacqueline’s brunch is so good. When Emma and I went, they had already run out of a few things, and I didn’t even care. We watched Hell or High Water last night. It’s a good one.

As you can imagine, there’s been a lot of reading on the internets. That’s about all the attention span I had. I checked out an Italian cookbook a few weeks back and never managed to open it before it had to go back to the library. Whoops.


I’ve got a couple of Glossier’s new Cloud Paints coming in the mail. I haven’t bought new makeup in forever.

Look at this rye and sweet potato gnocchi. I love everything about this.

Women of NASA being immortalized by legos. Does it get much better?

This kitchen reveal makes me feel all kinds of swoony.

Oh god. Marshmallow-y brownies. Marshmallows are a weakness!

This chicken curry pot pie sounds stellar. That crust is beautiful!

How to make every week a 40-hour week. Some great tips to use after April.

We have a non-stop supply of Cheez-its in the office right now, so these turmeric-spiced ones are speaking to me.

Reading about the new Legend of Zelda game made me feel nostalgic and old simultaneously.

How to Tokyo. What a great starter guide.

These raclette sticks sound like my kind of indulgence!

I need to start practicing herb prep. This seems way too easy not to.

Roasted radicchio and cheese. It reminds me of Tasty N Alder Their radicchio salad is one of my favorites.

This house speaks to me. I don’t think there is anything I wouldn’t want.

Rye brownies. Between that and the bay leaves, the savory notes have me intrigued.

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It has been a hell of a couple weeks. I fit in a lot of cool stuff in between all of those tax hours. We went to see Pinback at Doug Fir. I had the opportunity to eat at Beast. It was so good to check off a food bucket list item. It’s a Portland institution for good reason. It was a great meal. Highlights were the celery root veloute, capellacci pasta with arugula pesto and hedgehog mushrooms, and the cheese course with Testun al Barolo cheese. So good. The Timbers are in preseason so we had three games to watch. It’s nice to be back, and the team is looking very promising this year. It’s been cool, but dry. I’ll take it. The sun came out a few times. I had forgotten what Vitamin D feels like. We spent a lot of time on the Vespa, which is getting more fun the better the weather is. Novel concept, I know. We checked out a new-to-us coffee shop, Locale. It’s very European in that whole coffee in the day, bar at night. We checked out Figlia, a killer new Italian counter-service cafe. The decor is beautiful as the food is incredible. It’s the little sister restaurant to Renata, also on my restaurant wish list. I’m a sucker for an egg salad sandwich, and theirs is SO GOOD. It’s not mayo-y, has crispy pig skin and bagna cauda, and the goldilocks of crisp yet soft bread. If they were downtown, I’d be there everyday.


This home tour is lovely. I find myself drawn to the wallpaper accent walls and crisp, clean lines.

Sarah, owner of Cyril’s and fearless cheese club leader, wrote this wonderful essay on staffing and the work relationship.

I’m a fan of farmhouse sinks, but I’m afraid it’d overwhelm my tiny kitchen.

This clean, simple living room. Swoon.

Matcha tiramisu. Adrienna never ceases to amaze me.

Look this ramen! Looks simply delicious.

So many good things going on with this cake. Cardamom. Plum. Coffee buttercream. Sign me up.

The contrast of black and white in this kitchen is dramatic but not at all overwhelming. It makes my kitchen feel a little bit bigger too.

“Out of his 17 cabinet members only 4 are women.” An essay on why it’s not ok for men to lead an initiative on women in the workforce.

Heard about this company on Of A Kind’s podcast. Debating on picking up a tee or two. Might as well get some of those sweet socks.

Screw Valentine’s Day, I want these scallops every day.

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No recipe this week. Blame laziness tax season. After a glass or two of wine last night, I managed to fall asleep on the couch for a few hours only to go wake up around midnight and go to bed for reals. I was clearly craving all the sleep. The only real weekend plan since I worked today is to go eat all the food at my parents’ for their Super Bowl party, but now it’s supposed to snow. Again. So tired of this weather. I go for the food, not the football. That’s probably pretty obvious, right?


Perfect timing. This article talks about how cool Astoria’s becoming. We were just there last weekend.

I’ve been craving all the eggplant lately. Someday I’ll get around to making my own baba ghanoush.

Two of my favorite things–pork and pineapple. Sounds delicious.

Five ways to stop self-sabotage. We are our own worst enemies.

Seeing as I’m pretty type-A and am now responsible for a lot more work, delegation is necessary. I can use all the help I can get. I also want that outfit.

Chicken and cauliflower shawarma. Want. Are you sensing a theme?

There are so many things to love about this Dungeness crab dip. Perfect for a Super Bowl party. Or shoveling it straight in my mouth.

These classy double decker tacos make me all nostalgic!

One of the local coffee shops is hosting a giant pizza party to benefit the ACLU—a great idea!

Has anyone tried this personalized shampoo and conditioner? I’m intrigued.

This roasted potato hash looks as pretty as it is delicious.

Look at all of these glorious beans and greens recipes!

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If I were the kind of person to set an intention or resolution for 2017, I think “eat well, travel often” sums it up quite nicely.

The last couple of weeks have been about self-care—massage, facial, sleep. It’s been heavenly. We were able to catch the last Friday of the Andy Warhol exhibit at the Portland Art Museum, and our friends invited us out to a Blazers vs Lakers game in the middle of the week. I’ve been unsuccessfully trying to ignore the below freezing temperatures outside with multiple layers, hot lemon and ginger water, and cleaning out closets. I decided this would be the year I would wear beanies/knit hats. Currently, I’m wearing one in the house out of necessity because it’s cold and once I start wearing it, I get hat hair immediately. No one needs to see that. Not even Roma.


I’ve been swooning hard over Cat’s watercolor prints and paintings.

Between this guide to meditation and reading 10% Happier, I’d say I’m interested in this whole stress reduction thing.

Brussels. Apple. Cheddar. Rye. I’m sold.

Adrienne came to Portland, had Ebelskivers at Broder Nord, and then made cornbread ones. I love her.

Of a Kinds’s podcast has been one of the newer ones in my feed. Their #ReadingThings book club is on point.

These pimento cheese potato bites need to get in my mouth. Had I gone to a NYE party, I would have brought them.

I read The Moon Juice Cookbook and it inspired me to make my own almond milk. I just need to figure what I want to do with the pulp.

I find myself checking out Japanese travel blogs all the time now.

If you’re into the restaurant scene at all, I’m sure you’ve read this article about the restaurant industry bubble. If you haven’t, you must.

There is a lot of great things to take from this list of ways to be your best self this year.

This 31-day career detox is probably the only detox I could ever handle.