Guys, I’ve been very bad lately and shopping and spending like Carrie Bradshaw in a Manolo Blahnik store. Except I don’t actually have that kind of dough, but I still find myself feeling extremely guilty whenever I check my bank account. I’m being a bad influence on Leili, too, but at least I’ll look fly while being an enabler. As my best friend Peter says, “I’m a baller on a budget.”
To compensate my recent spending habits, I made a pact with myself to stop getting take out. That means no more sushi deliveries at 11PM. And I am glad to report I’ve been pretty good with this new compromise. To add to that, I’m finally in my exercise groove again and I’m making healthy meals for myself. They don’t teach you this in school, but sometimes irresponsible spending leads to healthier habits, because no money, no takeout. Continue reading
Guys, I am not a morning person – whenever a peppy person goes on and on about how amazing it is to start their day early, I usually gape at said person for about two minutes. While I totally respect anyone who can rise with the sun and face the day enthusiastically, I also hate them a little. I am a child of the night – my brain has no function before 11AM. Even my mother says I would switch day and night when I was an infant. Sorry Mom.
There is nothing sweeter than snuggling up with a couple pillows under layers of blankets and not waking up to an alarm. Alarms are stupid anyway – they literally ruin everyone’s dreams. Abandoning my warm bed is the last thing I want to do in autumn. But we all have to break our own hearts a little and try to be responsible human beings. However, that doesn’t mean our tastebuds have to be boring. Continue reading
You guys! Today we’re celebrating a very special birthday.
And no, I’m not talking about Harry Potter’s.
Exactly a year ago today, Wei and I published our very first post on this little blog of ours. I remember it like it was yesterday: making pestos together as the smell of roasted garlic filled the warm kitchen, and trying to figure out the best angle to photograph each other’s hands as we mortared and pestled and crushed garlic. We shared Wei’s camera and she taught me all about how to take pictures like a pro. Then we ate a lot of pasta covered in fresh pesto, and pressed “Publish” for the first time. Continue reading
I’m going to talk about a place that doesn’t exist anymore… a tiny mecca called Rachel’s Kitchen in Bay Village of Boston. They were owned by wife and husband Rachel and Alon. They also made the best sandwiches ever, but they’ve since moved on to bigger things. Now, Mike & Patty’s has taken over the space and they make some mouthwatering sammies as well.