I miss...

Some things are too good to last. Nostalgia's the exception.

Feb 10

vintagegal:

DC Comics Valentines c. 1978-1980

I miss asking my classmates to be my valentines.

(via kittenfeathers)


Feb 9
I miss when Strawberry Shortcake looked like this.

I miss when Strawberry Shortcake looked like this.


Oct 16

Entertaining.

When I was a growing up, our back door was a revolving one; there always seemed to be company in the house. After I moved from home to attend university, I found opportunities to host the odd dinner party or get-together, hectic schedule notwithstanding.

But then I moved to the Big Smoke, and there always seemed to be one thing or another to keep me from playing hostess. First it was not really having space of my own—I was renting a room in a stranger’s home—and after I moved to a dark basement apartment, it was not having space at all. Since moving out of that apartment over two years ago, a dilapidated couch and the absence of a dining table have kept me from entertaining as often as I’d like.

We still don’t have a dining table, but we have a new couch, and it was put to good use last night as A and I hosted a games night for my childhood best friend and her partner.

The goodies:

Red lentil dip, tapenade, crackers, and toasted pita…

Assorted veggies and freshly roasted pumpkin seeds. Tasty!

I had been so excited to have company over that I had this little snack menu, humble as it is, planned weeks in advance. Here’s hoping that it won’t be too long before I’m playing hostess again!


Oct 2

Ditto for Tina Dico. What is it about the fall that has me reacquainting myself with Danish (well, Teitur is technically Faroese) singer-songwriters I loved as an undergraduate?


Rediscovering Teitur. Why did I stop listening to him? I realize only now that I’ve missed his music.


Autumn.

Or rather, I had missed the season. And now I couldn’t be happier that it’s returned in all its crisp, multicoloured, self-assured glory.

The picture above is from early November 2009—I haven’t taken my camera for a walk yet, but I will. Excited by the low-double- and single-digit temperatures, I’ve spent much of my weekend in the kitchen baking.

A and I are spending the coming holiday weekend with his parents, and I’ve planned to contribute my homemade cranberry sauce and pumpkin risotto to the feast. I also wanted to bring a little healthy something to share for breakfasts while I’m there—all the more because after four years of ovo-lacto vegetarianism, I’ve been flirting with veganism and don’t want to impose upon my mother-in-law any more than necessary. So I made a test loaf of this bread yesterday afternoon, keeping with Thanksgiving and substituting applesauce for pumpkin. A and I liked it so much that I baked a second loaf late this afternoon. Once it’s cooled, I’ll freeze it for this weekend. This was a day that started off with slices of yesterday’s harvest loaf and freshly baked seasonal fruit. I feel relaxed, content, accomplished and, well, seasonal. Nothing beats baking to cool fall air wafting through the windows!

And speaking of beets, I made this beet-barley risotto, minus the ricotta, for dinner this evening. A mildly sweet, earthy dish—the perfect accompaniment to a damp fall evening.

Now, glass of Viognier in hand, I’m lighting some candles and settling in to read. Summer had nothing on this season as far as I’m concerned. Thank goodness for fall!

Listening: You Are Free by Cat Power.

Reading: A client’s manuscript and the current issue of Sweet Paul.


Jun 24
I miss the bookmobile.
When I was a kid, the very idea of a two-car household seemed foreign; we had to get things done with only our Mercury Marquis. When Dad had to work, my stay-at-home mom had to find alternate ways of getting us where we needed to go, which—for budding avid readers like my sister and I—often seemed to be the public library. Sometimes we would take the bus, or if the weather was especially fine, my mom would pull us in our little, red wagon. Many other times, though, we would walk to the bookmobile parked by the swings just a few blocks away from home. There was always a bookmobile around, but maybe it only seemed that way on account of how often we visited it…
And now I wonder, since I see bookmobiles rarely these days, what do single-car families with bookworm kids do in cities with inadequate public transit and few, distant library branches?
chicagopubliclibrary:

Vintage Chicago Public Library Bookmobile
Check out the digital collection for more!
(h/t thelifeguardlibrarian for inspiring this post)

I miss the bookmobile.

When I was a kid, the very idea of a two-car household seemed foreign; we had to get things done with only our Mercury Marquis. When Dad had to work, my stay-at-home mom had to find alternate ways of getting us where we needed to go, which—for budding avid readers like my sister and I—often seemed to be the public library. Sometimes we would take the bus, or if the weather was especially fine, my mom would pull us in our little, red wagon. Many other times, though, we would walk to the bookmobile parked by the swings just a few blocks away from home. There was always a bookmobile around, but maybe it only seemed that way on account of how often we visited it…

And now I wonder, since I see bookmobiles rarely these days, what do single-car families with bookworm kids do in cities with inadequate public transit and few, distant library branches?

chicagopubliclibrary:

Vintage Chicago Public Library Bookmobile

Check out the digital collection for more!

(h/t thelifeguardlibrarian for inspiring this post)

(via npr)


Jun 5

I miss Whitney Houston. Remember the days when she wasn’t just a punchline to a bad joke? I do and I miss them. Seriously. The woman had an amazing voice and could sell a song like no one else.

And her catalog of music has always made for a great girls’ night out.


I’m grateful for special Sunday night dinners. Tonight’s? Antipasti—namely, assorted olives, prosciutto for A., and balsamic grilled zucchini and red peppers—baguette, and caprese salad with big glass of Beaujolais. And a salad of mango, red delicious apple, and peach as a simple, palate-cleansing dessert.

What a relaxing, tasty way to end a weekend!


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