Cappellini with cherry tomatoes

Made with love!

There is not a lot I love more than really good pasta. I have pretty high standards when it comes to what qualifies as really good pasta since my pickiness has led me to reeeeally focus in on the foods that I do love. And I got pretty snobby about my pasta while living in Italy since I ate it at least once a day (jk I still do that).

Contradictorily, this doesn't stop me from chowing down on some standard spaghetti with Ragu, but I do irrationally resent it a little bit. So my solution, when I choose to take the extra few minutes, is to make a simple olive oil, garlic, basil, and cherry tomato sauce over cappellini. Adding some parmesan doesn't hurt, either (does it ever?), and using fresh tomatoes actually makes a big difference vs. canned sauce, try as I might to deny it. I base it loosely off this recipe since it makes me feel fancy (it doesn't take much). But I substitute normal basil and garlic for lemon basil and garlic chives because I'm not totally convinced those are real things (which I guess negates the fanciness). It's pretty easy to eyeball, though, and is perfect with some white wine for a summer dinner.

This is not pasta. But it is a lovely Insta stolen from Kenda that illustrates what dinners in our backyard are like (beer is a staple, obviously). 

Alternatively, I never grow tired of a simple pasta (preferably orecchiette) with butter, parmesan, black pepper, and red chili flakes. What's your go-to for a quick and tasty dinner?

Lighthouses

My dream of sleeping in a lighthouse began last Spring Break (back when I still had Spring Break...I miss you, college), and although I ended up in a yurt instead of a lighthouse--totally worth it--I haven't given up on the idea. My sweet parents are letting my brother and me join them for a week when they go to Ireland this summer, and we've finally started making our first attempts at planning. By which I mean my mom has been flipping through Rick Steves' guide to Ireland while I google things like "castles where I can sleep in Ireland" and "can I stay overnight in a lighthouse on the Dingle Peninsula". So we still have a couple details to work out, but it's going well so far.

Disappointingly, the only lighthouse where you can actually stay in Ireland is 100% booked for July (apparently this is a more popular thing than I realized?) but there are a few lighthouse keeper houses available, which sounds almost as cool.

How fun would it be to stay right on the edge of a dramatic Irish cliff, surrounded by greenery?

Blackhead Lightkeepers House

Loop Head Lightkeepers House

Would you want to stay in (or near) a lighthouse? Imagine how fun it would be to explore the seaside by day and cozy up by a fire at night, listening to the waves crash on the cliffs just outside! 

Parmesan potatoes

If I haven't made it clear yet, cheese and potatoes are two of my favorite things in life. I've been meaning to make one of the many recipes that combine the two that you'll find on my Pinterest (look for anything that's not Nutella-based on my recipes board and it's probably potatoes), but never got around to it between all the pasta that consumes most of my meals. 

Anyway. Last night I really stepped up my game. Not only did I make these parmesan roasted potatoes to have along with my veggie burger, but I ran (ok, power walked) to the store to buy the potatoes first. Let's put it in perspective by considering that I counted Monday night as productive because I made cookies and caught up on The Office. 

The point is, these are amazing. And crazy easy. I'm not a food photographer (/not a photographer at all), but if they look this good in iPhone pictures with dismal lighting, imagine how good they are in real life. Biggest tip I can offer: don't imagine that there's no such thing as too much cheese (I know, I know, it feels wrong even to type it) because the excess parmesan won't stick to the potatoes and you'll just get a messy pan. Also, I substituted rosemary for paprika, and it was deeeeelish.

Happy Wednesday, friends!

San Diego

Hi, buddy!

In addition to traveling out of state and country as much as possible, I've been trying to acclimate to and explore the Southern California area I actually live in a bit as well. By which I mean I go to San Diego like every other weekend and pretend that I really live there.

Between Christmas and New Years, a few of my best friends from high school gathered in SD together at Fiona's apartment downtown. This was my first introduction to Gaslamp post being 21...love at first drink. Is that appropriate to say? 

We feel seriously about San Diaaago. 

On my next trip in early January, I met up with my parents for the weekend, who were there for the math meetings (it's a real thing). Since their hotel was conveniently about a block from aforementioned Fiona's, we also met up and, along with Gaslamp bars take two, checked out the farmers market in Little Italy after some morning yoga at Lululemon (it's free!!?). As a longtime lover of all things Italian and free cheese and bread samples (which we took every opportunity to shamelessly devour before skulking away), I was similarly smitten. 

Then my mom and I headed over to the San Diego Zoo, the real highlight of the weekend (/my life)! 

I made some new friends, including this friendly fellow. 

And these nuzzling zebra lovers!

That night, after dinner at Neighborhood in downtown SD, I went out in Pacific Beach for the first time with Fiona.

The next morning dawned bright and early (by which I mean my mom faced the challenge of getting me out of bed around 8 am for the zoo part 2 after I had stumbled back to the hotel a few hours earlier. Oops.). On our second zoo trip, we started by taking the airway tram (I have no idea what it's really called) for some gorgeous views of the city and zoo below us. I'm a huge sucker for any form of faux-flying, so I was all over it. 

Hangin out with my favorite lady and animal! (Mom, and elephant. If you were unclear.)

 Aaaand most recently, I spent the last weekend beer tasting around San Diego breweries (Stone, Ballast Point, and Green Flash) with a big group of friends, including Kaley, one of my closest friends from SLO. This is at the first brewery (Stone), which was set in a beautiful garden. 

 We also got a tour of how the beer's made at Ballast Point with the whole group, which required some super snazzy safety goggles. I can't say I wasn't into them. 

Suffice to say, after hanging out in Little Italy, at the zoo, multiple breweries, delicious restaurants, and a variety of nightlife, I'm even more into San Diego than ever before. 

Stay tuned for updates on my actual city of residence with some fab roommates, including my best friend from, well, forever, Kenda (check out her amazing blog here!).

Back in time

I'm all for black and white photography, but I came across these amazing color photographs of Paris in the early 20th century today, and I had to share. There's seldom a time I wouldn't love to be jetting off to Paris, but these last few days have felt especially worthy of running away to the land of baguettes and crepes. Not that I don't totally value the city of lights for more than its food.

Anyway, these photos are as close to Paris as I'm getting in the foreseeable future (and as close to the 1900s as I'm getting til I can get my hands on that DeLorean), so have a glance through and fuel your own wanderlust (and time-travel wishes?). Just a few are included below, but you can see them all here.

Small town, USA

Hi, friends!

A few months ago, as fall was still stubbornly evading us in LA, I was lucky enough to head back east to celebrate my grandparents' 65th anniversary (65. YEARS.) in the cutest little farm town in America.

My mother, from whom I inherited my wanderlust, moved to California from the tiny town of Wango, Maryland (where the rest of her family still lives), when she was in her early 20s. Because of this, I've been lucky enough to travel back east at least once a year for most of my life. The atmosphere in this part of the states is totally different from California. For instance, anytime you pass someone driving on the back roads, they wave to you, either because they know you, they assume they know your family, or they're just friendly. I appreciate that.

This particular trip was especially farm-y as it involved a trip to my first-ever corn maze.

My beautiful Aunt Susan 

The Adkins Farm also involved a hay jump, which is literally jumping off a bale of hay onto more hay. Totally recommend it. 

And some other attractions, like this delightful slide. 

There was also a little store with all kinds of fall gourds and assorted farm-fresh merchandise.

Along with corn maze adventures, my mom, three aunts, and I all went wine tasting on another farm. 

I've never thought of wine in general as particularly suited to the eastern shore, but when was the last time this girl turned down a wine tasting? (Never, is the answer.)

Most of the time, though, was just spent at my grandparents' farm, soaking in time with family I don't get to see often. This is the picture-perfect back road my Aunt Joan's house is on. 

We flew in and out of DC, so we also spent a little time there--I love the colorful storefronts. 

And, finally, we dropped in on Lincoln to pay our respects. I'm a sucker for memorials. 

California friends, have you traveled back east? Which coast do you prefer? Would you like to live in a small town, or are you more suited to city life? I'm still trying to figure that out!

Paris, part 2

Yes, there is a part two to Paris! It includes about a million more pictures of the Eiffel Tower, another bike tour, and endless pain au chocolat. Some of my favorite parts of this jam-packed few days included a nerdy bike tour complete with high-lighter yellow safety vests and a cruise down the Seine, visiting the bakery by our hostel at least once a day for pastries and baguettes (completed by gruyere cheese from the grocery store next door), and taking in the views of Paris from the top of the Arc de Triomphe (where I took the photo in my header!). We also went on a tour of Montmartre which, typical of our trip, we barely made it to 30 15 minutes late. Visiting Versailles was just as unreal as I always imagined it to be, and also about 20 degrees hotter (actually almost melted). We also made it to the Musee d'Orsay, which is hands-down one of my favorite museums I've been to, ever. I'm not much of an art buff (read, at all), but I almost died over all the Monets. 

Got confused about if we were on a bike tour or the Tour de France. 

Oh, stop it, Paris. We get it, you're gorgeous. 

The vaguely underwhelming new fountain show at Versailles. 

So hot Jess turned into a human fountain with the help of a water bottle. 

View from the Musee d'Orsay. 

Gruyere and French bread; the only two things I really need to be happy in life. 

I miss you already, Paris!