danielle abroad

the natural cure

2012-02-24T16:36:00.000-05:00

I've been told I give good advice. I like that. When someone I care about is going through a particularly challenging time, I'm glad I'm able to offer comforting and encouraging words and help them make sense of their situation. I know I'm not nearly as good as talking myself through the same things though. Like, at all.

Sure, I understand life is anything but easy... yet I find myself being so gosh darn impatient with my inability to know exactly what to do, and anxious at the possibility of "failure." What is up with that? Seriously. Oprah Winfrey once said, "Understand that the right to choose your own path is a sacred privilege. Use it. Dwell in possibility." I couldn't love or believe in that statement more. Still, I am left discontent with the monotony that is and overwhelmed by the possibilities that lie ahead. It just doesn't make sense. I don't understand my harsh logic either.

I wonder if, maybe, at some point in my life I won't feel this way. Maybe I'll be able to take a deep breath, a step back, and fully enjoy the journey I am creating, the story that is unfolding before me. It certainly is something to think about.

But whether that transformation happens or not, I mustn't forget to be kinder to my worrisome self. It is very okay that I'm grateful and fearful simultaneously. After all, I know firsthand I'm not the only one.

And, if I truly need a break, I should give myself just that.

Recently, within the pages of this month's Self magazine, I discovered that there is actually scientific evidence to prove we can change our disposition simply by changing our scenery.

Rivers, lakes oceans: "Water's aesthetic qualities, such as its rhythmic movement, may induce a calming effect on our psyche."
Forests: "Woods spark contemplation and clarity. 'When we're isolated from the everyday hustle and bustle, we're forced to turn inward and connect to ourselves in a deeper and more focused way.'"
Parks: "'Designed to be gathering places, parks give us a sense of togetherness, with their inherent social aspect,' ...And spending time quality time with friends and family is proven mood magic."

This is especially good news considering, this weekend, two friends and I are retreating to the Berkshires. We're going to soak up all the natural and cultural beauty we're able to in this short time, and also enjoy a few restaurants.

Image via Pinterest

P.S. Just the other day, I was also told I am the most introspective person someone has ever met. That I could have assumed with confidence :).

happy banana bread day muffins

2012-02-23T14:32:00.000-05:00

I've been dog-sitting for the past few days and noticed more than a few of these:

Since reading this book, I no longer mix a banana into my every morning oatmeal. I even hardly ever buy them. Why? Barbara Kingsolver's words got to me.

"Should I overlook the suffering of victims of hurricanes, famines, and wars brought on this world by profligate fuel consumption? Bananas that coast a rain forest, refrigerator-trucked soymilk, and prewashed spinach shipped two thousand miles in plastic containers do not seem cruelty-free, in this context. Giving up meet is one path; giving up bananas is another."

But, this is my parents' house, and they happened to purchase a bunch of bananas before they went away, so I thought I'd make banana muffins... then I found out today is National Banana Bread Day. Two fun, festive facts:

Bananas arrived in the United States in the 1870s and quickly became one of the most popular fruits on the market.
The first cookbooks mentioning banana bread were published during the Great Depression. Culinary historians believe that a resourceful housewife (who didn't want to throw away over-ripe bananas) may have invented the original recipe.

And in the spirit of the holiday, I banana-bread-muffin-baked this morning :).

Banana Bread Muffins

2 cups whole grain pancake & baking mix

1 tsp baking powder

1 egg

1/4 cup agave nectar

1/4 cup water

1/4 cup plain yogurt

1 tsp vanilla extract

1/4 cup melted butter

Ground cinnamon

Preheat oven to 350 degrees fahrenheit.
In medium mixing bowl, blend dry mix with baking powder.
In small mixing bowl, combine all remaining ingredients.
Add liquids to dry ingredients, stirring only until lumps are gone.
Place cupcake liners in muffin pan. Fill until 3/4 full and sprinkle each one with cinnamon.
Bake for 15 minutes or until done.
Remove from oven and allow muffins to cool for about 10 minutes.
Choose one, remove the cupcake liner, place on a plate, add a smear of almond butter, cream cheese, or butter. Finally, enjoy!

a not-so-starving artist

2012-02-22T16:30:00.000-05:00

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a veterinarian, then an animator, then an interior designer. My current job is not even remotely similar to any of those positions. My friend Katie, though, wanted to be an artist... and she is.

Last Friday, I attended the unveiling of her latest work, a mural created for the Edwin Gould Foundation and entitled "Prime Root."

I couldn't have been prouder, especially being that I've basically known how talented she is my entire life. Together we've finger-painted, performed in plays, went to art camps, and workshopped in writing classes.

And now she's an artist, a real one. I just love lifelong friends. Chatting with her parents again, meeting her high school/college friends, seeing her work, toasting to her success (and bright future) could not have been more wonderful.

By the way, did you know gazing at art can be healthy? In fact, a study from University College London found that when people looked at paintings they liked, the part of the brain that governs pleasure (medial orbitofrontal cortex) lit up. The nerve center relating to romantic love (caudate nucleus) also brightened. Maybe that's how I managed to meet a seemingly great guy the following night who is taking me on a date tonight? We'll see :) but whatever works.

barboncino pizza in brooklyn

2012-02-21T15:20:00.000-05:00

There is a stereotype that Manhattanites don't go to Brooklyn. Unfortunately, this is often true. But in the past year or two, I've tried to get to know the borough that I still don't feel cool enough for; mostly because I have super cool friends living there these days, and there are more than a few noteworthy venues.

For a little more than $20 at Barboncino, Steph and I enjoyed glasses of Italian wine in addition to a shared mixed baby field green salad and an arugula pizza.

I'll admit I was famished before our late Saturday night dinner, but still, everything could not have been more delectable. It was actually quite the romantic meal, too (which is obviously how I prefer to dine with friends). The salad was dressed just enough with the surprise addition of dried cherries which added the perfect touch of sweetness to the fresh greens and sliced red onions. The pizza dough was soft and fluffy, yet thin and crisp, and the creamy tomato base all but melted in my mouth. I can't remember the last time I had shaved parmigiano regiano that had been aged so gosh darn well, nor extra virgin olive oil of such high quality. And my glass of light red wine couldn't have been paired better with the warm, cozy atmosphere. In other words, I can't wait to go to Brooklyn again.

how to have a good morning

2012-02-20T14:28:00.000-05:00

Even when I have trouble sleeping the night before (it's been happening a lot lately), I'm a morning person. I just love that rising sun, those chirping birds. But there are a few rituals that also put me in a good mood in those early AM hours. First is exercise. I'll admit that I don't always work out in the morning, I don't even work out every day, but I enjoy it most when I do. Between those endorphins and knowing you've been active before noon--go you! Although I'm hardly in the habit of getting out of bed before 7am, free fitness classes (like those at Athleta) are a great motivation. So is promising to meet a friend at the gym or studio. Second is primping. Taking the time to get ready can set a beautiful tone for the day. I know I feel better when I believe I look better. I'm a lot calmer, too, after I've spent time with my mascara wand and tied up my new booties. And I'm not the only one. As Miss Holly said today, "I may have actually looked at my happy, put-together self in the mirror and sung out loud for the courtesy of my neighbors, 'I am a woman, hear me roar and take over the world!'" Yes, it can be that good.

Third is breakfast. If you're not in the habit of breakfasting, I don't know what to tell you. I can't even begin to understand your choices ;). But if you are, make it special. Even if breakfast is just a bowl of cereal, make sure it's the kind you enjoy most; or at least a healthier version of a childhood favorite. Better yet, with a few extra minutes, make yourself a hearty bowl of oatmeal or a refreshing smoothie. Or, prepare French toast from a stale baguette, fry up the last egg, and serve your favorite fruit alongside it all. I can assure you that doing so on a Monday morning actually makes it very okay the weekend is over and you're working on a holiday.

P.S. I've been thinking of making a series of "how to" posts like this one, e.g. how to pack lightly, how to work from home, how to eat out healthfully. Thoughts?

the romeo & juliet masquerade ball

2012-02-18T14:28:00.000-05:00

In 2011, I got myself all gussied up to attend the Opening Night Gala of New York City Center. This year, and this past Thursday evening, I prepped in a similarly fancy way to join the New York City Ballet's young patrons at the R + J Masquerade Ball; fittingly, after watching a spectacular ballet performance.

To my left would be the lovely reason why Elaine and I were invited. C works for the ballet and often encourages fabulous opportunities to feel highbrow cultured.

Of course, at the end of the day, as much as I thoroughly appreciate the performing arts (and rubbing elbows with New York City's trust funded finest), I'm just me. Following our magical evening of masqueraded glamour, Elaine and I ventured farther uptown for a couple of beers at more than one fratty bar. I know what you're thinking: We are some seriously classy ladies. I would have to agree ;).

lunch date at aq kafé

2012-02-16T10:30:00.000-05:00

Tuesday also featured lunch. C emailed me a few weeks back with the subject line: "Be my valentine?" I obviously said yes. Because of the special occasion, we decided against our usual Lincoln Center lunch spots (Wichcraft, Le Pain Quotidien) and headed straight to AQ Kafé. It is such, such a fantastic find.

We've been there once before and absolutely loved it. AQ Kafé serves a variety of European dishes, baked goods, coffees and teas. From our last experience, I noted that the majority of their specialties seem to be Scandinavian. And, gosh, I've been fascinated with the region since reading The Palace of the Snow Queen.

What are popular ingredients in Scandinavian cuisine? Oh, you know... smoked salmon, many other cold water fish, hearty whole grain bread, game such as reindeer and duck, dairy, coffee, and unique alcohols like honey wine, red beer, and akavit (a yellow-tinged liquor). And this is how travel is inspired by food...

Anywho, back to Valentine's Day. I enjoyed the Flaked Salmon Salad--mixed greens tossed with fresh corn, fingerling potatoes, cherry tomatoes, and topped with creamy dill buttermilk dressing. It was so good, I'm already looking forward to our next lunch date. Thankfully, I have more Lincoln Center fun to hold me over. Elaine and I will be joining C at tonight's Romeo & Juliet Masquerade Ball. Yes, there will ballet. Yes, there will be masks. I can hardly wait!

romantic mexican in chinatown

2012-02-15T15:20:00.000-05:00

Gifts: M&M holiday pretzels, Golden Girl valentines, Taiwanese pineapple cakes

Drinks: cilantro fresca (pictured), margarita de la casa, pulque clásico (older than tequila and stronger than beer, pulque is a fermented alcohol made from the agave plant--it also has a slight old, sweaty shoe aftertaste... yum?)

Food: guacamole clásico, sikil pak (Mayan pumpkin seed dip), taco pescado zarandeado & taco carnita (pictured), borrachos ("drunk" beans with pulque)

Valentine's Day Dates: Anna, Leslie, Megan

This Valentine's Day, I celebrated love with three single friends at Pulqueria. We met after work. From an inconspicuous street in Chinatown, we ventured down an unmarked stairwell and through a blue door. We exchanged gifts and stories, ate well, drank lots, and danced while seated in our cozy booth. The four and a half hours passed quickly. Dare I say it was almost perfect? Hope yours was, too.

loving love

2012-02-14T08:30:00.000-05:00

Happy Valentine's Day! What's that, sweetheart? You're not happy about it? I don't understand why not; handwritten cards are sweet, chocolate is delicious, flowers are beautiful, and love is just about the most wonderful thing there is.

In all honesty though, I get it. Some of us are hurt, lonely, bitter even, and today has that special something to emphasize the fact. But how about be change that? Why don't we choose to view today not as an over-commercialized, sappy, insincere exaggeration of romance, but as a lovely reminder of how loved we are? We are, you know. Whether it's by family, friends, a significant other, or all three.

Need some convincing? Just call you dad, your grandma, your brother, or your best friend. Re-connect with your favorite college roommate by email or open up those signed high school yearbooks again. There's love in your life, kind of a whole lot, and today is the day to embrace it.

Spread it, too. I just published an article on Pravassa with five ways to do so. Loving love, and sharing it with others, is a lot more healthy than you'd think.

Also, please celebrate. If you're in a relationship, engaged, or married, I take it your plans are covered :) but if you're not, make some. This special lady will be my lunchtime Valentine, and I'll be margarita-ing with three great friends tonight. Then again, you may not wish to dine out. So consider Glamour's advice: Invite a few people over for board games or have a spa night all to yourself. And no matter what you end up doing/not doing, read this poem I wrote on last year's Valentine's Day. Revel in each and every opportunity that only single life can bring.

hummus & pita co.

2012-02-13T14:46:00.001-05:00

Finding lunch in New York can be a pain. Oftentimes, you'll spend about $15 on a mediocre lunch, only to bring it back to "enjoy" at your desk. I was lucky enough to have a variety of options at my last office job, and still I tried to consistently pack my own lunch. But now there's Hummus & Pita Co...

Last week, I joined Katie for their Press Preview Party to celebrate their opening at 585 Sixth Ave. It was quite the lively atmosphere! Within moments of my arrival, I was greeted with a spinach boureka--a Turkish pastry made of phyllo dough and filled with creamy spinach and spices--and a glass of red wine.

After finding seats at their long communal tables (made of reclaimed bowling lanes), we went to the assembly line-style counter to order our meals. We both chose to create a bowl. Other options included creating a platter or filling a handmade, tandoori-oven baked plain/whole-wheat pita or laffa bread.

Then came the challenging part... choosing what I wanted in that bowl of mine. The options were literally endless. To start, one could opt for a falafal, shawarma, chicken, steak, or taboon base. Their original hummus is always included, though flavored options are available, too. And that's not all. There are 23 possibilities of Mediterranean-inspired salads of sorts, plus fresh, sliced vegetables.

In the end, I decided upon roasted pepper hummus, falafals, Mediterranean rice, Moroccan beans, tabuleh, Spanish eggplant, beet salad, Greek salad, chickpea salad, Israeli salad, and stuffed grape leaves. I also tried Katie's pita and harissa.

Everything tasted tasty and fresh, and as authentic as "fast-casual" food can be.

My delicious meal ended wonderfully with rugelach, a traditional Jewish pastry made of a cream cheese dough and filled with dried fruit and nuts. Moral of the story: With it's convenient location, Hummus & Pita Co. is a must for a quick, healthy, and satisfying lunchtime meal. If only I lived/worked closer :).

P.S. Happy 17th Birthday, Deanna! I love you oh so much and couldn't be prouder.

twenty two things

2012-02-12T09:45:00.000-05:00

Hello, Sunday. You'd think I'd be brunching, but I'm not. I took care of my weekend ritual yesterday (booze-free) with Miss Anna. Instead, I'm headed home to celebrate my little sister's seventeenth birthday. Yes, seventeen. Doesn't it feel like just yesterday that she turned ~~six~~ sixteen? It certainly does to me. So rather than reflect on how old I feel, or the fact that I'll soon be twenty-four, I thought we could play a game, again. It's called eleven things and I was fortunate enough to be tagged by two Foodbuzz buddies, Aubrey and Melissa.

I should... list eleven random things about myself, answer the two sets of eleven questions they asked me, come up with eleven more questions, and then tag eleven bloggers to answer those. But I'm just going to answer their questions, okay? Truth is, I'm afraid I'm running out of quirks to share. Ha.

What's a food that you used to despise but now love? Olives.
Would you rather live near the beach or in the mountains? Gosh, I do love the beach, but I think I'd have to choose the mountains. I love hiking and temperate weather more.
Who has been the biggest influencer in your life? Probably my mom.
What's your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? How cliché of me would it be if I said oatmeal? In any case, I promise pancakes are a close second.
What kind of music do you listen to at the gym? I hardly ever go to a real gym anymore. But if I were in the habit again, I'd bring a mix of genres (like this one) along with me.
Beer or wine? Or... straight up hard liquor? As much as I like beer (and tequila), most definitely wine.
How would you like to be proposed to? I've honestly never really thought about it. I think I'd prefer that he, whoever "he" is, not make a public scene out of it or do anything too overdone/cheesy.
What's one thing you haven't done in your life that you are DYING to do? Go sailing.
What would you want to be your last meal? Something like this.
Did you have fun at your high school prom? Yes I did. I very much enjoyed my time as prom queen ;).
What are 11 thing you want right now? A cup of coffee, a new purse, daily green juice delivery, no more student loans, an apartment that cleans itself, multilingualism, and a visit from ma souer. I'd also like to solidify Colombian travel plans, to see my host family again, to have won a trip to Greece, and to go to Iceland (plus about a million other places).
If you could be one bird what would it be? A hummingbird.
PB or chocolate on a desert island? You can't have both. Chocolate :).
Mountain or ocean? You still can't have both, haha! Mountain, see above.
If you could live in a different era, which one would it be? At the moment, the early 1960's. I'm a bit obsessed with Pan Am.
What president, dead or not, would you like to have lunch with? Lincoln.
What is your favorite book of all time? Frankenstein.
You win the lotto, who do you call first? My mom. I talk to her almost every day, and that big news would warrant yet another phone all.
What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? to watch live? Basketball, basketball, basketball. And with that: Go 'Cuse!
What was your favorite cartoon to watch growing up? Doug.
How long have you been best friends with your best friend? Five years.
What is your favorite comic from the Sunday paper? Come on... I know you still read it! The Peanuts. Now to find myself a newspaper...

the boozy kind of brunch

2012-02-08T21:58:00.000-05:00

Brunch is my favorite for many reasons. I love how special it feels, I love enjoying the breakfast variety (from pancakes and waffles to omelettes and quiche, and sometimes even salad), and I love the leisurely nature of the meal experience.

It's only in recent years, though, that I've come to appreciate brunch beverages as well. Coffee (or tea) is a wonderful thing. I could do without orange juice on its own... but add a few splashes of champagne (perhaps elderflower liquor, too), and I will have multiple mimosas, please. Then, of course, there are days when waking up before noon is a struggle; my dears, one or two bloody marys are the perfect "hair of the dog" antidote. Oh, and don't even worry about leaving the table tipsy. It's only Saturday/Sunday afternoon, remember?

Yes, brunch is awesome. I look forward to it all week. And in this great city, dining options are seemingly endless. Since this "brunching" of mine has become a habit, I gravitate towards restaurants offering complimentary/unlimited drinks with each delectable brunch item. Even then, there are many to choose from.

Gadling recently rounded up ten such places. Almost one year ago, I savored this $19.95, 3-hour, Italian brunch at Tré. The Upper West Side's Arte Cafe is next on my list. As for my most recent boozy brunch...

For $25, I enjoyed a bloody mary, the Queen Adelaide (poached eggs, salmon, avocado on an english muffin with hollandaise sauce), and a certain number of mimosas. And when the waitress had to ask us for our table, she greeted us with the shots you see above. In other words, for the ultimate boozy kind of brunch, look no further than The Sunburnt Cow. You can be productive tomorrow.

strong heart, sore ass

2012-02-06T14:34:00.000-05:00

After three whole weeks of bus-riding bliss, he told me he didn't want to sit with me anymore. "Good, I want to sit with other people anyway," I'd said in response. I was crushed, and seven years old. Thus began my failed relationship streak.

I'm mostly kidding, but it is true I've been broken up with more than once. I like to think it's because I'm a part of the hopeful bunch. Still, even when you're not 100% into it (or the relationship = being school bus buddies), it hurts. Trust me, I know.

But, according to Smitten, break-ups come with perks too. Most of the ten are just funny, but my favorite two truths are: "Everyone reminds you of how beautiful, smart, funny, and overall great you are," (case in point) and "You can fall in love again. And you will!"In the gap of time between point A and B, I become the queen of distraction; I like to bombard my schedule with friend dates, weekend getaways, and family time. Doing so forces me to enjoy myself even as my heart aches. Eventually, I've found, the pain stops and the fun continues.

Amy Spencer of The Life Optimist even has a list of 10 things all singles must do (in addition to these 36 experiences "every singleton should savor.") I can check off nearly every one--ahem, traveling alone and not coming home at night--but the most important to-do in particular, learning how to take even more care of myself, is and will forever be a work in progress.

Until this past December, I've never really understood how people maintain a regular workout routine. Now I get it. It's not about toning up, slimming down, or even staying fit, it's about getting stronger. And I don't mean physically.

For as weak as we sometimes feel, we are incredibly resilient creatures. Practicing yoga, taking the stairs, dancing the night away, running towards the sunrise, has taught me that. It feels good to stretch, sweat, and see results, knowing that you did it all for you. Then this goodness spills over into the rest of your day. The magical combination of endorphins and confidence in your abilities makes truly living and loving again a habit. And before you know it, you're better than fine... you're planning for the best Valentine's Day yet with four great friends.

Words by D. Alvarez, Photos by K. Ottomanelli

simplicity in the west village

2012-02-03T18:45:00.000-05:00

Hunger is effortless. I can always count on it to come around every four hours or so, giving me yet another opportunity to whip up a great meal. When I don't want to cook for myself, finding a place to enjoy a great meal in this city is a cinch, too. And Restaurant Week makes it all the easier (also known as affordable.)

[Crusty bread served with house-made hummus]

[Fresh Garden Vegetable Salad: market vegetables, herbs, aged sherry, olive oil]

[Ottomanelli Dry-Aged Filet Mignon: ~~smoked bacon wrap~~, grilled vegetables, basil mashed, red wine reduction]

[Chocolate Cake "Brioche:" chocolate sauce, salted caramel sauce, marmalade, strawberry whipped cream]

If only for a few moments, this evening--an American meal and wine pairing (my first!) at 10 Downing Food & Wine with a forever friend--made life simple as well.

you should study abroad

2012-02-01T21:36:00.000-05:00

Phew. January 2012 was a doozy. I lost quite a few more things than I 'd bargained for, and a very special person, too. And so, I'm looking forward to starting fresh in February. Perhaps because we're conditioned to look at each year, month, week, my gosh, even each day as a new beginning and a clean slate.

I believe in this optimistic view to a degree, but I also know from experience that, sometimes, you only do get one single opportunity to take a life-changing chance. For me, studying abroad was just that. I think many others would agree.

The plate you see above was my first official "study abroad" meal. With scrambled eggs, yogurt, zucchini bread, and fresh fruit, it was hardly an exotic breakfast. But the cuy that followed, in addition to cochayuyo, these shellfish, endive, and tarte flambée would all still be foreign had I not been so deliciously introduced.

Of course, in the end, it was never actually about the food. It was about living in a country I wasn't familiar with, with a family that wasn't my own, and spending time with peers who were all but strangers until we became friends. Then doing it all over again, and again.

It was about building relationships with people who grew up in completely different environments than the one I myself was raised in, and discovering that we had nearly everything in common when it came that which mattered.

It was about seeing amazing ruins of historical significance with my own eyes.

It was about finding a home in not one, not two, but three cities across the globe.

It was about camping in national parks, climbing volcanos, and surfing deserts.

It was about being a minority as an American and a native English speaker. It was about adopting a new culture as I became somewhat multilingual.

It was about visiting my aunt's beloved Spanish city, the land my grandfather's parents came from, my neighbors' the home country; reuniting with ma soeur.

Most college students aren't required to study abroad. Yet according to the Institute of International Education, more are doing so anyway. We have our entire lives to travel, (and we should, often), but studying abroad is a unique experience that has the power to transform us from pampered young adults to cultured global citizens.

It obviously doesn't always have such magical effects, but it most certainly can if you let it. You simply have to be open with the world and patient with yourself.

I will forever be grateful I decided to study abroad for a year--I actually made it happen, in spite of seemingly countless fears and doubts. I gained a clear sense of independence, self-sufficiency, and self-trust. I matured, I played, I flourished in ways I didn't know were possible. And if you are given the opportunity to study abroad, (my brother is currently applying to spend a semester in the third most popular destination), with all my heart I hope you'll take it.

It's terrifying to willingly place ourselves into uncomfortable, challenging, and risky situations. It's much easier to avoid them all together. But don't. Study abroad anyway. Let yourself have the international experience of a lifetime.

for my bisabuela

2012-01-31T14:06:00.001-05:00

My great grandmother peacefully passed away yesterday morning at the age of 94. She was quite the woman--feisty and sarcastic, clever to the point that she became manipulative, and benevolent in every which way. She was my maternal grandmother's mother. She was born in Bogotá, Colombia, then lived in various cities in the U.S. including New York and Orlando. She outlived her husband (whom I had the privilege of knowing as well) by almost two decades.

Her life wasn't easy, but it was full. And I am so grateful to have the chance to know her. This weekend, I will spend my time at home instead of in Syracuse as planned. I will honor her life surrounded by family, some cousins of which I haven't seen in at least a dozen years. I will have more than my fair share of desserts; that beautiful woman you see above had a sweet tooth unlike any other. And later this year, I will go to Colombia for the first time, just as I'd hoped.

lucky strike

2012-01-29T22:08:00.001-05:00

[Smoky Lady: Royal mezcal, St. Germaine, cucumber, and lime]

[Salade Niçoise with grilled fresh tuna, potatoes, haricots verts & artichokes]

All outcomes, even those unexpected and hoped against, have silver linings. As today's birthday girl said: "You get in life what you have the courage to ask for." And in other not-so-cryptic news, you should most definitely dine at Lucky Strike.

act your age

2012-01-27T18:36:00.000-05:00

Today, I... wrote a freelance article, filed my taxes, cleaned the bathroom, fact-checked, a lot, and made myself dinner. I also took a break to play Just Dance 3.

In the past month, I've already celebrated three birthdays, and there are many more to go. Many of my friends are turning 24. And despite the fact that 24 is the same age I will be in just five short months, it sounds old. I thought I'd have more things figured out at 24, that I'd actually know what I was doing, and that I'd be a lot more secure in my "adult" life. I highly doubt I will be. But I've realized that I was wrong to assume such things anyway. I was talking to my friend Steph (pictured above) about it. Sure, I'm still somewhat naive ~~and I have a blast playing games targeting 15-year-olds~~, but I am aware of what direction I am and want to be headed in, professionally and personally. I'm more secure in my beliefs than I ever have been and I take full responsibility for taking care of myself. No matter how young or old I am, I'd say we all strive to accomplish the above at any age.

Tomorrow I might be celebrating another friend's birthday with plenty of cocktails and dancing. Yet I know that I'll also be thoroughly enjoying her (hopefully chocolate-based) birthday dessert beforehand just as much, like I always have. Happy weekend, darlings. Oh! And happy national chocolate cake day, too.

pinterested, are we?

2012-01-26T18:35:00.001-05:00

For Christmas this past year, I received something I'd been hoping for for quite a while: an invitation to Pinterest. Since then, I've become nothing short of obsessed. It's just so... beautiful (and you know how much I enjoy indulging myself with such sights.) I hesitated to join Twitter, I'm still resisting FourSquare, but I love using my virtual pinboard to organize and share gorgeous inspiration when it comes to things I'm most passionate about. It's no wonder, I've always appreciated scrapbooks and collages so much more than most.

Because I'm not always traveling, it's nice to have not just a list, but a visual reminder of the places I'd like to visit in the future. Seeing them in their unique splendor satisfies me now, and excites me for the amazing experiences to come.

Being as I'm hardly a chef, having a place to compile the wonderful recipes I come across daily is essential. Next up: banana bread pancakes, chickpea & feta salad, baked eggs with leeks, lentil meatballs, and chocolate mousse.

Since I never did become that interior designer, it's such a treat to collect snapshots of rooms and decór I'd love to surround myself with someday. This dream home of mine will be complete with a home office like this, bookshelves galore, a huge, welcoming kitchen, and a stylish, comfy bed.

I am an artist at heart. I could live in an art museum and I really can't wait for the day when I will be able to purchase paintings of my own. Until that time, I'm thoroughly enjoying collecting these lovely prints in unexpected combinations.

With my creative passions in mind, it should be no surprise that fashion appeals to me, too. Just because I don't go shopping often, doesn't mean I don't look for fresh outfit and accessory ideas. And yes, it is also serves as a closest wish list.

Though I've never been the kind of girl that envisions her "future wedding," I am definitely a romantic, and I so admire these charming and creative party ideas.

And finally, one can never have enough well spoken wisdom:

"Be curious, not judgemental." "It is a risk to love. What if it doesn't work out? Ah, but what if it does." "Take your pleasure seriously." "Go into the world and do well. But more importantly, go into the world and do good." "Surround yourself with people who believe in your dreams." "There's always room for ice cream."

pizza, the vegetable

2012-01-25T22:22:00.000-05:00

Last November, Congress called pizza a vegetable. Or did they? As a Washington Post blogger explained, the debate was actually about how much tomato paste equated one full serving of vegetables. Either way, it's a bit ridiculous. But I will say that I believe pizza to be healthy. Or at least healthy enough. Seriously, just think about it: crispy thin crust; fresh, flavorful tomatoes; mild buffalo mozzarella; and simple, picked-off-the-plant basil. What's not to love?

I love pizza, but the good kind, from an actual pizzeria. I could do without the silly named pies topped with pounds of oily cheese, salty tomato sauce, and greasy meats. I have no need for overpoweringly doughy crusts. (Sorry, Chicago.) I'd also be happy to never, ever taste non-fat--or even low-fat--cheese, again. Though I'll admit I do appreciate a whole grain crust. Depending on the day, I either crave a somewhat authentic slice with seasonal vegetables, or one prepared margherita-style, as described above. I enjoy it this way and almost always alongside a salad.

A random post, yes, but being as we're about one week away from the last day of January 2012, I've been reflecting on my first meal in the United States this year. You wouldn't happen to be a pizza-lover too, would you?

fifty surprises

2012-01-24T23:07:00.000-05:00

I've been having oatmeal 80% of all the mornings in the past four years. That's a lot of oatmeal. Lately, I've been enjoying rolled oats, cooked in water with a pinch of salt and vanilla extract, fruit-free, mixed with a dollop of plain greek yogurt, and topped with cinnamon. And I'm eager to whisk in an egg someday soon.

But no matter how I choose to prepare it, oatmeal is reliable. It always has been. How comforting it is to begin my day with a bowl that is so delicious, satisfying, healthy, and safe. Especially for me, who whole heartedly hopes there is truth in Goethe's words: "Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."

A couple weeks ago, my family and I threw a party for my mom's 50th birthday. She'd only requested that we go on vacation to celebrate it (and we did) but my dad felt she deserved something more. It was my mom who first came up with le surprise. She's thoughtful and clever like that, and is so good in so many other ways, that my dad wanted to surprise her. So we did that, too. She had absolutely no idea it was coming and was thoroughly embarrassed the moment she walked into the room. Thankfully, soon after, she also had a really great time.

It was a successful evening, and by its end, I had a slice of cake. I don't like cake. Growing up, I always had brownies at my birthday party and avoided ice cream cake (and all other kinds, especially fancy ones) like the plague at all others. But I've recently found an appreciation for cheesecake and my soft spot for carrot cake is growing, so I've been trying a bite or two as the opportunity comes up. This was a millefoglie and it was incredible. It actually surprised me how much I enjoyed it... yet it also made perfect sense. Taking chances, being bold, and challenging what we know to be "safe", is worth it. Most things eventually turn out the way they should. And whether we expect it or not, we do enjoy lots of happy endings in this anything but easy life. There was, after all, a time when I didn't like oatmeal.

like a new yorker

2012-01-22T05:11:00.000-05:00

I think I'd call myself a New Yorker. I mean, I was born in the state, and this is the city I know best. But I wouldn't say I'm rude or pretentious about it. I understand New York isn't necessarily "the greatest city in the world" and definitely not "the center of the universe." And yet, I also believe that other cities pale in comparison--not for better or worse, but just because New York City really is one of a kind.

In my humble opinion, this quote describes it best.

With all that said :) I usually love living here, if nothing else, then for one reason alone: my friends can visit often and they do. Liz came most recently. For the past two years, she's been working miles away in rural Washington so seeing her is always a special occasion. It was also especially exciting to meet her boyfriend. He'd never been here before, and I wanted to show him the city's best.

Of course, I could hardly do that it one night. We began in Union Square, sampling local beers at Little Town NYC. We then took a stroll through the East Village to taste the delights of one of my favorite seasonal and farm-to-table restaurants, Northern Spy. And finally, courtesy of Elizabeth's dependable sweet tooth, we ventured to momofuku milk bar. It was a delicious evening.

This time, I chose places based on my own positive experiences, but that's not always the case. When researching new places to dine, I often return to New York Magazine and Yelp... though I've been depending on The Purple Passport lately.

Maybe I'm biased, but there really are some amazing restaurant recommendations there (in addition to nightlife venues to suit any owl personality, spas that are most definitely worth the splurge, sights & activities to be explored no matter your NYC familiarity, and the only suggestions made just for tourists, hotels.) We put our heart and soul into the New York guide, and I'm proud to promote it.

Speaking of tourists, Joanna Goddard shared 10 ways not to look like one. My favorite tips? "Confidence is key. One thing I love about New York women is that they flaunt their quirks. Got a head full of curls? Let them fly free. Six feet tall without heels? Wear them anyway. Want to wear all electric blue? Go for it. In this city, it'll only make you cooler." "New Yorkers imagine that there's an invisible line down the middle if the sidewalk, and that to keep the flow going, you keep to the RIGHT. New Yorkers also walk at a brisk pace, and if they stop or even slow down, they step out of the way." "New Yorkers fold their pizza." And now,

Funny, true, embarrassing. Hope you've had a lovely weekend wherever you are!

getting to know you

2012-01-19T14:18:00.000-05:00

Happy Thursday, dears! Today's post is going to be a little different. In the summer of 2008, I revealed a couple of my little known quirks (here and here), but a little less than four years later, and I still don't think you realize how ~~weird~~ unique I am. Fortunately for us both, the 6 Weeks of Bliss Challenge prompted me to share "5 personal tidbits that may surprise my newest fans" and Cait recently tagged me to share 7 Random Facts about myself. Let's get started. This is going to be fun...

1. I don't have a nickname. It's sad, really, because I wish I did. Nobody calls me "Lala" outside my home. In middle school, my friend Marisa called me "Dani," my friend Nicole called me "Donnie," and my friend Codie called me "Danielley." None of them caught on. In high school, my field hockey coach called me "Alvarez," but being as that is my last name, it doesn't really count. And, although ma souer took to calling me "Dela" (a combination of my initials--including my confirmation name, Lucia), nobody else (except for K, occasionally) does.

2. I am the queen of last minute packing, and with good reason; I find it sad to pack up a bag or suitcase too far in advance. Truth is, as much as I live to travel, I love home. I feel bad for my apartment or my parent's house if I pack up too soon... as if it were somehow disrespectful to be overly eager to stay elsewhere for a while. Totally bizarre, I know.

3. I firmly believe that real foodies appreciate olives. While in Europe, Elizabeth and I made it a point to order olives on each and every thing we ate dining out. Neither of us liked olives, but we were determined to change that by the end of the four months. Having olives with dishes and foods we otherwise really wanted made us acquire a taste for them, and today, I can proudly say I appreciate olives. I don't think there's ever been a more appropriate time to: boo-yah!

4. I have to wash my hands upon arriving at a restaurant. It's most likely a good thing, and definitely a sanitary habit, but I think it's rooted in OCD-ness. I literally always have to wash my hands upon arriving at a restaurant. And when you're, say, on a date with a boy, (or at least someone you don't know very well or haven't seen in a while,) it's probably rude to run to the restroom right away. Wouldn't you agree?

5. I've said this once before, but I strongly dislike most of the process of air traveling. You'd think that having done it so often, I'd feel otherwise. But I don't. It's so annoying to have to arrive early, stand on a long line to go through security, and then sit in an uncomfortable chair (and most likely pay for wi-fi) as you wait the hour or so until your plane begins boarding. Not to mention that I honestly always get a little nervous at the beginning of each flight.

6. I really, really want to go sailing. I made it my goal this summer to meet someone who could take me out on a sailboat. Well, that goal failed. Then, in San Francisco, I did meet someone who could take me out on his sailboat, and offered to do so. Trouble was, I didn't exactly feel comfortable sailing away from the unfamiliar west coast with a stranger. Plus, it looked like it was going to rain.

7. I haven't figured anything out. I mean that. I'm aware that I oftentimes seem "wise," that I'm constantly sharing romantic revelations, and career advice, and ways to live a little better, but that's only because I'm a thoughtful person (almost embarrassingly so) and this is my preferred space to share those deep thoughts of mine. Don't you ever think that someone knows exactly what they're doing. Nobody does, myself included. We all doubt ourselves sometimes! I believe we're all just trying our best, and hopefully learning along the way.

Fin. Now I'm supposed to continue this chain and tag seven more bloggers... but I'm not going to do that. Instead, I'm going to tell you that the delicious meal you see above was enjoyed at Lure Fishbar as per the occasion of a visit from my mom and her friend, the what-a-great-deal allure of Restaurant Week, and the esteemed recommendation of The Purple Passport. I'm also going to ask that you share one of your little known quirks, just so I don't feel like the only odd one. Please and thank you :).

le colonial

2012-01-17T11:33:00.002-05:00

I live my life simply: "eat well, travel often." Simply enough, at least :) since those two past times are related. I don't travel to visit a place I've never been before, check it off the list, and possibly get my passport stamped. I travel to discover new things... and as such, trying a new restaurant offers me that same thrill.

Over the summer, I purchased a gift card (through DailyCandy) to a Hamptons-based restaurant. A few months ago, I was told the restaurant had closed. But they did offer me a chance to exchange it for another icitycerts gift card. So, with my affection for everything French and my fascination with Vietnamese culture, I chose Manhattan's Le Colonial and invited my cousin on a romantic dinner date.

A fusion of culinary backgrounds often leads to a delicious meal, but when those two cultures have as much history as the French and the Vietnamese, the entire meal becomes an entire enchanting experience; "Set in the backdrop of the bustling Upper East Side on 57th Street, Le Colonial transports you to another place in time, recapturing the beauty, romance and spirit of French Colonial Southeast Asia."

In the midst of a formal, airy dining room featuring a tin ceiling, vintage photographs, wicker accents, ceiling fans, lush, potted palms, and soft 1920's French music, Bianca and enjoyed a three-course meal of truly amazing Vietnamese. We started with Goi Cuon (soft salad rolls with poached prawns, lettuce, vermicelli, herbs and hoisin chili sauce) and each had the Ca Chien Gung (ginger roasted salmon with sauteed leeks, bell peppers, asparagus and basil sauce) as our entrée. The service was also very attentive and friendly.

When it came time for dessert, we were torn between le Tarte Tatin and le Mousse au Chocolat. Thankfully, being as we'd also enjoyed an exquisite Pinot Noir, we were ~~tipsy~~ open-minded enough to order both desserts. It was a very good choice as both were absolutely divine. And afterwards, with the icitycerts gift card, we were able to return to our average "twentysomething in the city" lives unscathed.

As far as my upcoming plans go: my next big trip is going to be a homecoming, I plan to visit K at least once, and I hope to use the JetBlue points I've acquired to organize a very affordable week or two staying in Colombia with my grandmother's family. In the mean time, I'll continue to explore as I make the most of one of my favorite seven days of the year: NYC Restaurant Week.

sunday brunch

2012-01-12T13:24:00.000-05:00

It was a beautiful day last Sunday. I woke up naturally at 9 , took a stroll through the farmers market, made myself a slice of toast with almond butter for a light breakfast, and then helped my roommate Catherine straighten up the kitchen.

She had invited two of her friends, Dan and Andrea, over to make brunch. I was looking forward to it (1) because brunch is my favorite meal of the week, (2) because I hadn't really spent time with them since we wore floppy hats to Governor's Island, and (3) because Andrea is a culinary school graduate.

We started with drinks. First, coffee. Next, (after prepping the pomegranate Dave and Andrea had unexpectedly brought), we put a spoonful of arils into each glass, followed by champagne and a splash of St. Germain. It was a delightful, spur-of-the-moment creation of a brunch cocktail. Then we got to work on the menu. Catherine sliced, toasted, and buttered the country bread she'd bought fresh that morning while I helped Andrea prepare Baked Eggs in her adorable ramekins.

In addition to the plate above, I also helped myself to yogurt and orange slices. We drank, ate, and were completely and utterly merry for the rest of the afternoon.

To recreate the experience for yourself, I couldn't recommend this recipe more. It's quick, tastes impressive, and is much less intimidating than any quiche I've ever made. Even with just garlic and thyme (the only herbs we had on hand), and divided amongst four (the recipe is for two) it was delicious. Try it this weekend.

Ina Garten's Herbed-Baked Eggs

1/4 tsp minced fresh garlic

1/4 tsp minced fresh thyme

1/4 tsp minced fresh roesmary leaves

1 tbsp minced fresh parsley

1 tbsp freshly grated Parmesan

6 extra-large eggs

2 tbsp heavy cream

1 tbsp unsalted butter

Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper

Toasted French bread or brioche, for serving

Preheat the broiler for 5 minutes and place the oven rack 6 inches below the heat.
Combine the garlic, thyme, rosemary, parsley, and Parmesan and set aside. Carefully crack 3 eggs into each of 2 small bowls or teacups (you won't be baking them in these) without breaking the yolks. (It's very important to have all the eggs ready to go before you start cooking.)
Place 2 individual gratin dishes on a baking sheet. Place 1 tbsp of cream and 1/2 tbsp of butter in each dish and place under the broiler for about 3 minutes, until hot and bubbly. Quickly, but carefully, pour 3 eggs into each gratin dish and sprinkle evenly with the herb mixture, then sprinkle liberally with salt and pepper. Place back under the broiler for 5 to 6 minutes, until the whites of the eggs are almost cooked. (Rotate the baking sheet once if they aren't cooking evenly.) The eggs will continue to cook after you take them out of the oven. Allow to set for 60 seconds and serve hot with toasted bread.

For more, check out this New York Times round-up and have a fabulous weekend.